Son Of The Dragon Novels & Stories

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

A cord is around his neck with a small bag attached at the bottom. Strange. Pepper moans and the egg lights up as the baby inside senses the nearness of his mother. Drakon looks up and smiles. That smile on his handsome face is scarier than anything I've ever seen. "I'm explaining to my son that he will be the mightiest dragon ever born. He understands and he's ready to take his place beside me." Drakon is insane. We all knew it but I suddenly realize his crazy is half a cracker short of a crayon box.

“I see from your paperwork that you have no rank and no lair. How is that possible when your dragon is so rare that most people have never seen one.” “My grandfather was Lucas Grey, Sire of Aurora, Illinois. He was the first to merge with a gray dragon. My father was the younger son of twins, they both merged with gray dragons. The eldest son took over as Sire and his son, my cousin, is now the Sire of Aurora.” “Remarkable.” He hadn’t written anything down and I had to wonder why the King’s advisor was so easily accessible and involved with admissions. “Hence the no lair and no rank. My father moved away and lived his life, raising us and working on his farm.”

"Perhaps the dragon lord will be merciful." The name DRAGON LORD sent a shiver down my spine and my heart turned cold immediately.

He was now eighteen and I knew it wouldn’t be long until Father died, and he became King. This was one memory that I did remember, which meant that Father’s control over me weakened. It was a little foggy, but as I watched myself from the past stand outside of Father’s room, I knew it was a few days before he died. Another Dragon had poisoned him, although we never found out how. Now that I knew that there were Dragons with more extreme talents, I suspected that it was from someone with the talent to lethally poison a Dragon. From the corner of my vision, I saw Trenton tense and nod his head. That wasn’t important right now.

I stood up behind my mother and looked over her head at this terrible woman. "Get out of my way, Dimitria! " She growled. My mother stood her ground. Not saying anything but she looked extremely pissed off. "Your scum of a son attacked a noble!" She yelled. "Your son a noble! Ha! Since when? Let me tell you something Siracussa, my son has more true noble dragons blood in his little finger than your son has in his body! That boy can not even fight his own battles! His too busy cowering behind his mothers skirts!" My mother growled back.

Those little wings flapped once before falling back and fading into our wriggling little boy who was now fussing and cooing. “He’s a dragon.” I muttered, turning to finally look at the man I loved. Dorian kissed me once more and we all were fussed over while our son and I were checked to make sure everything was ok. It was a very big deal to have a baby born into the Royal family that did not inherit everything from their dragon parent, and still end up being a dragon. The Fafner family, like all the other Royals, had passed down their signature black hair and red eyes for hundreds for years. And yet our little boy has broken that mold completely.

The air around us thrummed with danger, my father’s fury a mantle of shadow threatening to crush us. "If you won't stop this madness," I said, voice shaking with the magnitude of my betrayal, "then you leave me no choice. I will kill you myself." Resolve solidified into action. My dragon surged forward, colliding with his in a formidable clash of scale and sinew. The impact was deafening, power reverberating between us, and I watched as my father’s dragon began its tumultuous descent, wings flailing as the earth rushed up to meet it.

The dragon king didn’t budge, and I couldn’t stand and watch him kill Leandros. I surged ahead and captured his son Drako and held him hostage. There was utter chaos as King Gavriil went crazy. “Let Leandros go or I’ll kill your son.” He tightened his hold on Leandros, while his eyes changed color, turning crimson. I knew he was about to change into his dragon form and burn us to death with his fire. “I’ll burn you to death if you harm my son. Let him go,” he hissed, but I held on to the young dragon with all my might.

He was standing a few meters away from them. Vermitrax couldn't contain his happiness when he saw his son dragon form. His son is alive as he had believed it. Though the other red dragon seemed so familiar to him but seeing his son once again made him forget about the other red dragon. He will get back to that once Lucifer isn't here.