The Dragon Proposal Novels & Stories

I said. “You don’t have to be,” he said with a smirk. “So any Sire can make another dragon submit?” I asked him. “Don’t be an idiot, you’re a gray dragon, stronger than all three Elders combined, we can make her submit,” he said. “Easy as that,” I said sarcastically. “What’s Abeloth saying?” Felix asked me. “In the realm of dragons?” I asked Abeloth. “Duh,” Abeloth said and retreated once again.

Finally, draven could see the vision of my proposal. “It strengthens our legitimacy,” I said. “And funds the pack. Infrastructure. Supplies. Expansion. Everything we need without draining our reserves. We can even have more to pump into getting new bikes and new gears for our riders." For a moment he simply stared at me. Then something rare crossed his face. A grin mixed with pride and joy. His face stretched out slowly. He was impressed. “You’re serious.” “Very.” He huffed a short laugh, shaking his head. “You want to drag Leonard in front of the entire council and make him compensate the pack he tried to erase.”

I could feel something moving through me, an attraction that I hadn’t felt before. Sure, he was tall, dark, and handsome. His cheekbones were high and his body looked like something that had been molded by the gods. It didn’t explain why a part of me wanted to lay my head down against him. To rub my cheek against his scarred chest, press my lips against those four ragged lines. “I’m a dragon and I've claimed you as my mate.” I didn’t say anything to him, I didn’t know what that meant. A dragon, that I was his mate. How was I supposed to respond to that?

“No. It’s not just that. But think what you will. Anyway, here’s what I’ve learned. Whatever you and my cousin are up to, they’re not satisfied. The Emperor’s advisors, I mean. My best guess as to what they want to do next is get your loyal chieftain dog to ‘donate’ his dragons to the cause.” Her heart lurched. She had no idea what he was talking about. No, she did, she just didn’t want to believe it. “They’re going to force him to give up the dragons? The ones he’s bringing now?” “That’s the idea, I think. From what I understand, he was only supposed to be bringing the wild dragons as proof they still exist and that he has them. Proof to the people. Performative grandstanding to get everyon

‘There is a simple solution that would end this conflict instantly. King Asher stood up, his long golden hair glittering in the evening sunlight as he turned to face the Dagon King. ‘Let her go, Draco. You have no right to her. None of you do. Do the right thing and give her back to her mate. End this conflict before it begins and save hundreds, maybe thousands of Immortal lives.’ A roar came from the Dragon King, and he shifted into his magnificent green and gold creature breathing fire into the air as his temper exploded,

She is not perfect in every way, but she's imperfectly mine. Perhaps I could challenge the Dragon King or even declare war so that I could win back Annabelle, but would that be a wise decision? Would I dare follow in the crazy footsteps of Caesar and wage war over my obsession? The dragon species are one of the strongest species to be created, having the ability to fight not only on land but also on air. So many lives would be lost over my need to claim my mate. Before I could extend my line of thought with the boys, Alfred knocked on my door and subsequently entered, causing our conversation to cease. "Your Highness, dinner will begin in fifteen minutes."

Roger said. She didn’t know how but she felt sure of what Roger had said. It would leave if they wanted it to. It would avoid humans and live alone in the mountains. She could imagine the green mountainside with squirrels and birds that the dragon would build its nest in. She nodded. “Let’s do it.” She said confidently, as she turned to Prince Vaugn. “You said you would take into consideration my thoughts. I want to do this.” He sighed and shrugged. He yelled at the wall, “Remember I am helping them do this. You will protect my family, as well.”

She looked at James and rebuked him, “Stop spouting nonsense, James. What do you mean by one hundred million per glass? What do you mean by two billion? You’ve gone mad.” “We’ll gladly pay.” Richard dared not refute James. Zack had explained everything to him. This was the Black Dragon, the existence that stood at the top of the power pyramid. A single order from the Black Dragon could spell doom for the Five Provinces Business Alliance, let alone the Xenoses. Although two billion dollars was a hefty sum, he would gladly pay as long as the problem could be resolved. Richard lifted his head and pleaded, “Ms. Thea, I’ll pay. Two billion, is that right? Give me your account number. I’ll make th

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

CALLUM Lord Vermithrax arrives at noon. Dragon in human form. Ancient. Wealthy. Dangerous. "Callum Brennan. I've been wanting to speak with you." "About?" "Your financial situation. It's precarious. Autonomous status doesn't include sustainable funding. Donations are temporary. You need permanent income source." "We're managing." "You're surviving. Different concept." He sits uninvited. Pulls out financial documents. "I'm offering solution. Dragon financing. Reconstruction loans. Development capital. Everything needed to transform Rookeries from survival community into thriving district."