The Dragons Proposal Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

Chapter 6: The Proposal Max and Emily's relationship continued to blossom as they navigated the ups and downs of life together. They had faced challenges and overcome them, and their love had only grown stronger. One day, Max realized that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Emily. He wanted to wake up every morning with her by his side, to explore the world together, and to build a family. He wanted the proposal to be perfect, so he spent weeks thinking about the ideal location, the right words, and the most beautiful ring. He finally decided on a romantic getaway to Paris, the City of Love.

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.

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

Blaze sighed. "It's not for us Brandon. After looking at what Bella has gone through in the hands of Cameron, I feel like it's not just her who is suffering. There might be so many other humans like her, who might be suffering at the hands of a few bad Dragons. This is their world. Dragons came and invaded their world. I want to create a team of dragons who would help those humans who need help from other races and dragons as well. I want to open a unit in every country and direct the profits from buying these shares to the functioning of those units" Blaze explained his plan to Brandon. Brandon couldn't help but feel proud of his brother. "I am really proud of you brother" Brandon praised h

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

I’m not even sure he cares about marrying Skylar or uniting our kingdoms any longer, although we have continued to work together in our hunt for the dragons. We wait until the middle of the night, hoping the dragons and riders will be asleep. Kenneth and I both brought our full contingent of armies. He wants to take out the dragons, to eliminate them from the earth, but I want one of the juvenile or unmated dragons. I want a dragon of my own. I’ve had my people working to create a net that will shoot out just like a harpoon, only it will expand over the dragon and keep it from flying. Then, I will force it to bond with me.

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

Her eyes never left her husband who was leaning against his chair. “We've ruled this kingdom for nine hundred years before Vincent's father took over. And now, his son." Mr Gael started. He pushed to rest his face on his right hand with a long sigh. " I've never set my eyes on a dragon this huge Roseline. That dragon isn't a shifter. It's what we have been looking for for the past generations,” he concluded. Roseline dropped the teacup on the well polished jade tray and raised her head to meet his eyes. "What are you trying to suggest? Coincidence happen–”