The Mother Of Dragon Novels & Stories

"It was disgusting." The second one, a redhead, sighed dramatically. "Our poor Alpha. The Moon Goddess must be punishing him for something. To be stuck with... that. A dragon freak as his Luna." The third girl, tall and dark-haired, tossed her hair. ". My mother says I come from a strong bloodline. I would have given him a strong heir, not a... a dead one." She said the last words in a cruel whisper. My hands froze on the herbs I was gathering. The old pain flared

He smiled and scooted closer, nodding again as I turned the final page and cleared my throat. “In the beginning there was only sky and the world around us was young and full of endless life. The All Mother Goddess walked among the mortal realm in solitude, watching as the world grew and changed around her. She had grown lonely as time passed and was wondering what she could do to alleviate the loneliness. She soon walked in on a mother dragon that was struggling to give birth to her spawn. She was wounded and losing blood rapidly after another dragon had tried to force himself on her. The All Mother felt her heart grow heavy with sadness at the sight before her and chose to help the frighten

Leonard said with a grin. "You really are disgusting, Leonard," Draco replied dryly. "You still haven't got any clue who this dragon's identity is, Draco? What a pity! I beheaded her like they beheaded my mother. Really sorry for your mother. Even his own son doesn't recognize her head," Leonard replied with a sneering smile. Draco's eyes widened in shock and burned with anger. His body was boiling. His mother? So this dragon head was his birth mother's head? So even if Draco had won the battle, he would never have resurrected his mother because dragons that have died couldn't live anymore. Draco clenched his fists as his body shook violently.

He found his mate and didn’t reject her just because she wasn’t fae. My mother was one of the last pureblood dragons. She and my father lived in western Washington. They loved the weather and the nearness to both forests and ocean. Those forests were a hub to the fae realm and they appointed themselves guardians of the humans. Because my mother was a dragon, I had the added benefits of having a second form and breathing fire from time to time. It helped when camping. My mother taught me a lot about fighting, my father taught me a lot about caring. One day I wanted a relationship like that. I wanted to teach my kids like they taught me.

The grey wolf was enraged but one of the other wolves shifted and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. “That’s a dragon, Liam. You know what that means let’s go.” With hatred turning his eyes red, he finally turned and disappeared into the shadows. Crystal let the flames die before taking out her keys and unlocking a black SUV parked nearby. “Get in and let’s discuss what you want to do.” Maeve silently got in, still shaking from the hatred she saw in the Grey wolfs eyes. And also from the revelations of the past few minutes. Her father belonged to the most hated and feared Black Widow Pack and the beautiful woman her mother had sent to take her home was a dragon! Something she had though

I decide to tell them the truth. “Mom wasn’t an opal dragon, well not totally.” I comment. “What do you mean.” Alpha Caspian asks. “My grandparents, mom’s parents, were both opal dragons. When mom shifted for the first time, her dragon was a clear white colour, so everyone thought she was an opal dragon. When I shifted at 6 for the first time, a friend of my mom's was there. He was new right away what type of dragon I was. I heard the three of them talking, and when mom showed him her dragon, he was speechless.” I explain

Everyone said it was impossible; but she did it. Villagers spoke of her like a criminal, someone to be scared of. Killing the Elder Drake was a good thing, right? It had to be! She had grown up being told the stories of all the bad that dragons had brought upon the world. They were the boogeyman that lived in her nightmares. Mother had always told her to slay the boogeymen, the ones that crept into her dreams to frighten her. Mustering the courage wasn’t needed since she so strongly wanted to protect her home and her so-called “friends”.

The Black Dragon spoke, "Oh? What do you want to ask, Empress Zenneth?" "Did you already tell her about what happened decades ago?" The Empress asked. "Not all of it, only the half. I told her about the dragon and she is a deity of the dragons, that she is also an immortal. Then about telling her that you are her parents... she already have a hunch about you being her mother and she also have a brother here on this Era."The Black Dragon answered. The Empress sigh, "Okay, I already know that this day would come."She caress her right cheeks were the dragon isn't there, "Are you having fun in the mortal world?"

“You are indeed mischievous like your mother and I am glad about it. I like seeing you resembling her; it makes me back to those days when I saw her as a slave coming to the Mizenth manor for the first time.” She got lost in her memories smiling. I heard tales about my mother from Lady Markbill. However, the only memory I had of her was an unfortunate one. My mother wasn’t a normal dragon either; she was a researcher in the field of ancient history, going through old books and exploring ruins. My mother was a brilliant mind. Nonetheless, she got dragged into Dotoria and for other races, Dotoria was like a prison and hell on the planet. No one could use their abilities correctly and we were a

"What type of dragon do you think I am?" "I don't know. But I'm sure you will be legendary because of who your parents are. Your mother was a Pyrausta, a fae or fairy like dragon. While your father, well, he is of the most vicious kind. But there is no telling what you are. Begin an offspring of both." "Well, I'm not worried." Rydstorm gave a small smile. “There isn't anything to worry about. Even though us Dragons are forever at war, we don't go out of our way to fight each other."