The Dragon's Mistress Novels & Stories

answered Draco. I am Draco, son of Zergenth, Protector of The Sky, the last dragon prince on Magica. Sir Edmund Brighton's eyes widened at Draco's answer. His body trembled violently. "Who is she? Why can she use dragon magic?” asked Sir Edmund Brighton. Draco turned his head towards Astrid, and the woman shook her head. "I also do not know. This all happened suddenly,” Astrid replied, shrugging her shoulders. "She's my Amicus, Astrid Lewis," Draco replied, glowering at Sir Edmund Brighton.

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.”

My voice was low, deliberate, the kind that left no room for games. Her eyes flicked up at me, steady but trembling beneath the surface. “You’ve made it clear, Renz. Rules. Control. No escape.” A smirk tugged at my lips. “Good." “You live by my terms now. Where you go, who you see, how you breathe—those are mine to dictate. You belong to me.” Her jaw tightened, but she said nothing. A flicker of defiance, quickly buried. “And as my mistress,” I leaned forward, resting the glass down with a soft thud, “we start with the first thing that matters—”

I rolled my eyes at her and continued making our nest. “There is still a dragon!” She threw her hands next to her sides dramatically, her mouth wide open. Astonished that we dared to ignore her. “My mistress will be so happy, so very happy. So happy indeed.” She clasped her hands together in excitement. This one must have a screw loose. I immediately turned to my human form and grabbed her wings. Softly not to tear them but firmly so she could not get away. “What do you think you are doing?” she exclaimed.

That made Neo snort as he agreed with me. “That legend was started by my ancestors to keep the truth hidden. However, I would assume that Draxthi knows the truth if he’s holed up there. There are various types of dragons. The rarest and most powerful dragons are called Mystic Dragons. They were originally created by the union of a powerful elemental dragon and a powerful witch. The group of them, or thunder, was unique because the females of the lineage took after the witches while the males were dragons with access to magic. Mystics were highly sought after and hunted to near extinction. That area was where their sanctuary. It was hidden from outsiders. However, there was a traitor who desi

It can be used to destroy as its power is limitless. The last dragon was in love with a Lycan called Starci. My mother didn’t like her and sensed evil in her. So to save her friend, she told Vilkas that he was being deceived by her, but he didn’t listen. Vilkas left the kingdom after arguing with my mother and followed Starci blindly, believing that they were fated to each other. But they weren’t.

Looking at Lea like this Alisha on her side found answers to the questions in her mind. First, she thought this dragon might be Elena's as the dragon mentioned Master Kai Von's disciple during the conversation. But looking at Elena she was sure the dragon belonged to her and this truth shocked her to the core. As Liam had said before if the dragon was this powerful how powerful could its master be? Both Alisha and Lea were broken from their thoughts as Allen approached the group.

Nerissa throw a meaningful dagger look at Dalia and Rose. They're now at the mansion's corner far from Amara's room. Nerissa's so sure that no one's gonna see her threatening the maids, especially that she's aware that Mateo's mother's also not there.

The Mistress had left her memories to the Crimson Rukh… and she was Crimson Rukh as she was pregnant with a Shadow Demon. Laylin looked up to see the demon recovered from the blow, chuckling in amazement now. His face was covered in blood, he looked awfully ferocious. The Great Mistress was ready too. Laylin furrowed her brows looking at the spell. It was a spell she recently translated for sorcerers. The Teleportation spell. The Great Mistress disappeared clutching the Book of Oath close to her and the surroundings around Laylin changed too. Surprised, she looked around. It was a strange room, with dirty rags compiled. In panic, the Mistress inserted a strange key in an iron door and it ope

“So tell me are there other dragons around the world or are we all that’s left?” Gaz with a look of sadness in his eyes said,” Unfortunately we here are all that I know that have survived an attack on our race by sorcerers and witches who teamed up with other shifters to kill us off the face of the earth. I am very sorry to have heard about Xander and Carla. I know you don’t remember but I am a cousin to your mother. I used to come here many years ago after Carla and Xander became mates. Your mother was carrying you and swore me to secrecy never to tell a soul about you. They kept you hid from the world because they knew you would be more powerful and gifted than any dragon. It was an old pr