روايات وقصص ضمن The Mother Of Dragon

“But you will not be so lucky the next time. And you must be prepared, to fight down armies that will clamor for your fall.” Orion tenses underneath her, exhaling a hot gust of blue-tinged smoke. And then, one of those massive, cragged pillars shoots straight upwards from the ground directly beneath them, moving too quickly for Alcina to even notice before the sharpened point has nearly reached them. Orion manages to swerve out of the way with mere seconds to spare, but shrieks when another, and another, continue to fly upwards everywhere she escapes. “Show me that those dragons of yours are more than just pretty ornaments,” her mother commands, summoning more and more rocky pillars from the

“It was considered too subversive. Some people saw it as a true gospel, others saw it as a dangerous story glorifying a fallen enemy, and yet Mother gave us both a copy. Didn't you ever wonder why? Why would she give us a present that could endanger us if found by the wrong hands? She read it to us all as a bedtime story for a reason, Primus. Our father could have had her killed for treason for even mentioning this story, and yet she made sure all of us knew it. Why?" Her eyes are glowing bright red, spinning embers framed with coal. “Our mother is a Star Fire Dragon, a Celestial, and yet she allowed herself to be mated to a Terrestrial Dragon. You and I both know it wasn't a love match. And

But still, I knew he was an ordinary dragon like them and not strong. I had accused my mother wrongly, all because I wanted to send her away, knowing she was the root cause of the whole problem in my family. My mother's family too was from the north, and most of them thought alike and also wanted Damien to rule and to take over all the lands. So she was against me for stopping the dragons from attacking the humans, and more likely she didn't like the fact that I resembled my father and not her, as Aaron and Lucy resembled her. My mother never cheated on my father, but she wasn't bothered that I didn't have an heir. So I knew she was fully aware of Zuri's ruthlessness in terminating all of my

I said to her. “So what’s my job then?” she asked me. “Your job is to support me and the lair. If I’m the father of all our dragonkin then you are their mother. You attend various functions with me, meetings with other dragonkin, you nurture the lair, organize functions here that we have to hold, visit the elderly in the hospital, congratulate members when they have children, stuff like that. It doesn’t really leave you with a lot of time for a job,” I said.

I say, but her question surprises me. “Why doesn’t you mother search for Iniko?” She turns and looks at me and I see the hurt and confusion in her eyes. I run my fingers through my hair, before rubbing the base of my skull. This is a sensitive subject. “My mother is … fragile.” She scoffs. “Your mother is a dragon. The air dragon.” “Yes, and all dragons are meant to protect. It’s what we do, what we were made to do. Oliver…” I stop. It still hurts me to know what my mother did for me, what she nearly gave up for me.

"Because I don't want any kind of conflicts between our kingdoms in the future, at least not because of me. Though I have not seen how close you and my mother were, I have heard ample stories from my father. And he understands your anger as well as he also blames himself for my mother's death. And it's not a big deal telling you about me as the others might not know about the existence of the white dragon and the unfinished war but all the Kings and Queens from all the kingdoms know about it. So by reviling my identity, I am just giving a face to the information you already know" Lea answered.

This train of thought leads me back into my head about my childhood. I resemble my mother, black hair and blue eyes. My father had the bright red hair that all fire dragons seem to always have. The fact that I didn't have that fiery red hair was something that ,ade my father a little ashamed of me, but that got washed down by my mother who would find the trickery in his words and change them around. Which is why I have decided that not only will I show Maybell how awesome she is, but what she deserves also.

he shouted, not sure who he was asking. The middle child closed his eyes. “She made a promise,” he said. “Not to the Dark. To the house.” --- Memory bled into the room. They saw their mother kneeling, long before her death, fingers digging into the earth beneath the floor. They saw her burying something wrapped in cloth — something that moved. They heard her voice cracking as she swore protection, shelter, inheritance. Take me instead, Lerato had pleaded. Leave them. The promise had been accepted. But not completed.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

"Yeah she records stories and I drew a lot of the pictures in her books. One she has wanted for a long time is a drawing of my mother's dragon." "Why?" I snort. "Cause she's a legend. His mother will be remembered for a very long time; she's the savior. She brought the dragons back from the dead," I tell her. "Wow. So, what did it cost her when the witch helped with the birth of you and your siblings?" Fara asks. "It didn't cost her a thing." "What? How's that?" Jaxon chuckles. "When the dragon queen asks for your help are you really going to tell her no?"