The Dragon Proposal Novels & Stories

“The Gods were winning. The Dragons were on their side. All of them were burning down people and civilizations. But one dragon rebelled against its own kind. He was the Dragon of the Wind, the largest and strongest dragon of all. After the war, he disappeared.” Lavi knows it all. Ras told him this story many years ago. The Gods of Veneer are silently waiting to be awoken but if they are revived, they will destroy the world. Before that can happen, Lavi must unlock his powers. Only the Dragon of the Wind can be the indestructible weapon against them. But the prophecy is standing in their way. As a dragon, he is connected with his mate. The very mate who cannot live if he lives. One of them mu

A literal knight in shining armour. "The answer to all this lies on a prophecy that has been living for nearly two decades. It is the prophecy of the powerful White dragon residing amongst us werewolves. The champion of the nightcrawlers." His voice boomed through the hall, earning him gasps and some few snickers from the crowd. "Dragons don't exist. Their kind had been wiped out since the Divine Cleansing two decades ago." My father commented, and I rolled my eyes. "The prophecies I foresee are never wrong, Alpha Marcus. One dragon is alive, whether you like to believe it or not." Elder Zane said in a surprisingly calm tone though his voice remained powerful.

"The Dragon Monarch you're talking about must be our Dragon Clan's strongest dragon, the War God Winged Rain-dragon, right?" "Rain-dragon?" Samuel frowned slightly. "Heh heh, once the dragon tail is drawn, it will form a river. It will allow everyone in the world to survive. With a single kick from the dragon's foot, it will be able to open the dragon gate, allowing countless beasts to have a way to ascend to the dragon clan. His body is huge, and when it spreads, it can fill the sky, and when it curls up, it can be inserted into a pinhole. With the wind and clouds around him, he will also have dragon wings with him. He is simply handsome. Even if he turns into a human, he will still be like

I said. “Are you serious?” he asked me. “Yes, did you send Chase and the gang here?” I asked him. “Chase is there?” he asked me. “They came for some sort of intervention,” I said to him. “You said as her future Sire…” he said and his voice trailed off. “My request to resign as Sire has been denied in the dragon realm,” I said to him. “That’s great! Let me talk to Rev and Hannah first, he’s going to flip out,” he said.

The next plague, The Death Dragon, an extremely dangerous being, which could reduce to nothing anything with its dark flames. The Prophets were almost extinct now, and the half-breed didn't stand a chance against it. When the Death Dragon or DD showed itself, the world started to shake and dragons emerged from the depths of the oceans, caves, forests, volcanoes and landed from the sky. The very few Prophets who still lived tried to fight DD thanks to their kindness despite how they were hunted down for their powers. Unable to defeat DD, in a desperate move, The Prophets cursed DD with a divine armor that sealed DD inside a mountain and absorbed its vital energy.

"We've existed for four centuries. We have resources you can't comprehend. Kill us today, five more Elders rise tomorrow. The Council is immortal. You are not." "Then let's make sure what we build today outlasts all of us." Jamie sits. "Here's my offer. Full dragon rights. No registration. No mandatory assessments. Self-governance under alliance law." "Unacceptable." "Then counter-offer." They negotiate for hours. The stream viewers multiply. Fifty thousand. A hundred thousand. The entire supernatural world watching. Slowly, painfully, they find compromise. Dragon bloodlines gain legal recognition. Mixed heritage protected. But registered with the alliance, not the Council. Power assessments

“Didn’t think they ever bothered with wolves.” “They don’t,” I murmured, folding the edge of the letter between my fingers. “That’s what makes this strange.” He paused, watching me through the dim light. “What do they want?” “They say it’s to discuss future cooperation. Trade, territory lines, and mutual defense. But dragons don’t ‘discuss.’ They announce. Or destroy.” Damon’s jaw tightened. “Could be a trap.” “Could be. Or it could be power shifting.” I turned my face toward him. “And maybe I’m the one shifting it.”

I wish women would just say what’s the matter instead of crying. “No you don’t. You don’t want to hear what’s up. You want them silent or gagging on your dick” Gunther decides to honour me with his insights. I must admit he isn’t wrong, I just hate people crying. Learning that the dragon in my dreams is most likely Einarr was interesting to say the least. Dragons rarely have a mate outside their own species and rarely have more than one kid. This means that when Aurum accepts my proposal I’ll eventually be king of the dragons too. I might want to speed things up by eliminating Einarr as I don’t think I’ll live long enough for him to take the throne and then die.

“You do?” “The prophecy is coming true. I have found my dragon, it is only a matter of time until more Baryn begin to realize their powers as beloved by the gods. Soon we will free ourselves from clutches and if the king declares war we will use our dragons, unseat Vallezarii from the throne, and take back what is ours.” She stepped closer. “Where will you run dear Prince, with your imagined dragon?” In response to her threat, he burst into an unexpected peal of laughter.