Novel & Cerita Son Of The Dragon

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.”

He asked. "No." I whispered, "No one does." * "Oh."He looked amused, "So what do they call me, then? In your kingdom." I shivered. He was enjoying this far too much, "The Dragon Lord." He smiled nodded in approval. "Right, as they should." "As for you, call me Dracul." Dracul. I had learned the Dragon Lord's name. It was regal, aristocratic, and powerful at the same time. It rolled off his tongue melody or a song.

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 will handle this,” Maverick said as he dropped the phone call, and soon enough, he arrived. He looked at the sorry excuse of a man his brother had become and wanted to kill him. “What do you have to say for yourself?” “I wanted to test that little morsel your son has upstairs. I thought maybe he would be more of a team player than you ever were.” The man spat out. “I mean, he has his own version of his mother, a simpleton and whore.”

My father explained, his eyes searching mine as if looking for reason. He wouldn't find any. "Azian is THE Dragon. The Golden Dragon," My father finally confessed. At those words I shone through, pushing Xeric back, "What?" My Father sighed, "He is the Golden Dragon. You must remember the tales your mother used to tell. Tales of The Golden Dragon, Alpha of all dragons and king of all species. That's why he was so strong,” he paused, "he marked Kaya because as it so happens, Kaya is his possession," He explained.

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.