The Dragon's Mistress Novels & Stories

“Tresia, listen. We don’t know everything. I wish we did. It might make whatever’s coming easier to handle. I’ll tell you what we do know, so bare with me. First of all, everything you were taught about the last Veil Mistress is a lie. Well, except the six mates. That part is true. The Elders at the time became threatened by her and her men. The reason she’s only referred to as Mistress is because her name was stricken from all records. Your six’s parents were told her men's names by Dreamwalkers. Each of us are named after her men.”

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

Would it taste better? It was as if cold water had been poured on me, and I immediately woke up. My chest was still rising violently, mabilis akong lumingon sa monitor ng computer na ginagamit ko na naka-sleep na, I could barely see my reflection, but it was enough to see what was with me right now. My eyes widened when I saw my very own eyes, which I almost didn't recognize. They were blazing bloody crimson, like the eyes of a predator ready to attack her prey. Who the hell are you?

Her breathing came sharper now, not the controlled rhythm she had shown Damian but something closer to fire catching on dry wood. She had given him a choice. She had offered him the chance to step into her world completely, to make her more than a whispered secret. And still, he had chosen Lydia. Still, he had chosen his empire, his reputation, his spotless throne, over her. Her lips curled bitterly. Mistress. That was what he wanted her to remain. A woman draped in shadows while Lydia smiled for photographs and collected the respect of the world. “No,” she whispered into the room, her voice shaking with fury. “Not me. Not anymore.”

Mistress appeared to be waiting for the right moment to make her move. "You look tired Ashley," she cooed softly into her ear. "Why don't you go up to the guest bedroom and take a nap. Let me show you the way." Dawn stood up and took Ashley's hand. Ashley didn't resist, but stood up and followed her up the stairs. I didn't find anything weird about this since I knew Mistress had that effect on women. We all wanted to make her happy. I watched them disappear down the hallway toward the guest bedroom and playroom. Perhaps ten minutes later, Mistress appeared, now holding the Hitachi wand I had enjoyed so much earlier in the day. She descended the stairs and told me to sit with her on the couch

I wasn't sure. Thankfully, she continued to command the conversation. "Dragons are ridiculously loyal creatures. We will protect things that we see as precious. People more often than things. If we can't, it will break us." She made her move, knocking over my queen with her bishop and swiping it off the board. "What do you mean?" I asked, moving my knight out of the way from her next attack. "I will do everything in my power to keep you from breaking my son." Her rook claimed my bishop.

Mistress – A Tainted Identity Part 2 Author’s POV "Look at her attitude, highly as if she is a princess of somewhere whereas she is just his mistress, bed warmer bitch” “Do you remember how proud her father used to be on how beautiful his daughter is, now see she is using her beauty to seduce a man who can satisfy her branded needs" "I would rather die than become someone's mistress, flitty piece of shit” “What a piece of meat she is, I want to fuck her raw and rough”

His mistress, a woman wearing a red nightgown with dainty features, was preparing to have dinner when she found herself in this room with Alex. “Alex?” she called him softly and crawled to hide behind him. “Who are you?” he asked in a low voice. “Someone you should be scared of always,” Brishor replied, as jade green spiked rippled from his shoulders and upper arm. “I am the Dragon King of Galdere, and this is my General, Chezzal.” Alex gasped. So scared he was that his bladder released and his pants became wet. And his mistress—she became unconscious.

But this clan was showered by greed, the hatred of the Mistress passed on to them; their strength became a threat to the peace in Pasithea, so Selene was once again prompted to intervene. The Mistress had enough, though. She no longer cared about the bond between them. Using her mighty clan, she waged a war against Selene, but before the strength of Selene and Henmulga’s children, the Mistress found that her only choice was to yield. Betraying her kin, she fleed and had long been gone. No one knew where she was; however, there were rumors that she dwelled in the darkness, where the light of Selene couldn’t tap her hatred.

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang