The Dragons Proposal Novels & Stories

The very next day, we implemented a requirement that any dragon claim, whether hybrid dragon, laboratory dragon, or pure dragon had to be requested. Any claim not going through the proper request would be stopped, by force if necessary. Ancalagon had snorted at the pure dragon wording in the decree. “Who would be stupid enough to claim me?” he asked.

Drago had seen her naked, even touched her, but she was half out of it when this had occurred. “I’m kidding,” he smiled,”Sort of.” Drago lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the bed. “My dragon is growing restless, my love,” he lowered her to the bed,smiling as he lay down beside her.”He wants to meet his beautiful, alluring fiery haired goddess of a mate.” Drago positioned himself over her, his weight on his elbows, then bent down and pressed his lips to hers. “I will not pressure you, though, Madchen,” he said in between soft kisses,”But know this, I want to spend the rest of my life with you,and the dragon knows this.”

Footsteps rushed past the door. Xenos came in, breathing hard. “Alpha?” “Send teams now,” Draken said. “I want them alive.” Xenos read the screen, then looked at me. “Who is she?” “Someone interesting,” Draken said. “Go.” When we were alone, he sat again. “If this checks out, I’ll take your proposal seriously. But I have conditions.” “I’m listening.” “Two years, like you said. Then we decide what happens next. You tell me what you know about future events. No secrets. And…”

I then joined Julien, who was already waiting alongside the trailhead. Julien rested against a tree, his bag in hand, and his fur coat neatly rolled and secured to the bag. Clad in a light green tunic, a beaded necklace complements the contours of his sharp jawline. Over his shoulder, the hilt of a sword peeked its gold-encrusted pommel gleaming, revealing what appears to be an allegiance crest. I met Julien's eyes, acknowledging my curiosity. His demeanor was stoic, his body rigid, yet his hands betrayed a sense of calm. Breaking the tension, he suggested, "If we've got nothing left to do, I think it'd be best if we should leave now," turning away to stride down the trail.

The thought hangs there like the first spark before wildfire. The dragon who crossed from the other realm shakes his head slightly. “You think you can separate them now?” “I do not need to separate them permanently.” “Then what?” “I only need to take her.” The realization spreads quickly through the remaining dragons. Not conquest. Not battle. The strategy shifts in an instant. A capture. A disruption. A single strike that would fracture the harmony between dragon and Madrigal long enough for the bridge to collapse back into chaos. And once the bridge begins tearing again—

It was the place where she felt she belonged, now and forever. "You know, in old times, and I mean old times like before my parents… Middle Ages, and even before that, there was a handful of cases when dragons were mated to other species. Plus, there is something about pure dragon couples that makes them infertile for the better part of the century. That's partly the reason why there's so little of us in the world. And most of the living dragons are now very old. Some of them never had kids…

“My name is Felan and recently I was taken by the dragon god, Lord Apophis. He took me to his realm where he discussed things with me. He also showed me some things about the prophecy. He also told me that he knows he made mistakes back then. He needs our help to correct them. Now I don’t know if I believe him or not, but I do know a darkness is coming a darkness that is so evil it will not stop until it destroys us all. I do not know what form this darkness will take, but from what I have learned it will take all of us to stop it.” “We all know the four factions of non-humans are involved, but why didn’t the vampires and dragons get the signal? I have a theory, yes, it is just a theory, but

I had built a terrifying reputation and acted swiftly against those who would hurt me and my people. No one crossed us, not anymore. The dragons were united beneath my rule and I would not give a single each to any of the human kingdoms. But I did not want to fight. I did not want to drag the kingdom into war, not again. I would lose people, and I could not afford to do so. There were so few of us left now. "Not that it matters." I muttered beneath my breath, rolling my shoulder again and trying to dislodge the tension. I moved to my desk and slid behind it, taking a deep breath and unrolling the paperwork again.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

“This is not what I came to your school for... this should not have happened!” Rori was standing there leaning against a tree with her hands clutching at her shirt and neck while she struggled to catch her breath, “what?” Murdok looked at Rori and scratched the back of his head, “I meant only to bring your shoes, but I saw how sad you looked, and your friends didn't seem to give the space you seemed to want at that moment, I'm sorry I should not have brought you out here.” Murdok hurried back to his bike, while Rori followed and neither spoke a word as he mounted the bike and offered her his helmet. Rori took the helmet and stared at it for a minute, noticing that it had a gigantic dragon on