The Mother Of Dragon Novels & Stories

She asks, looking around like this other dragon just happened to be around and the dragon that just hatched would be lost in the field's tall grass. "They are born as adults. The egg contains the magic that they form from, not their material bodies." Loras answers looking mesmerized at the unseen beauty above them. Astrid unconsciously rises her hand and in an instant, the newly born dragon stops in the air and looks at her. She smiles. Instead of pitch black like Dracos, this one is a dark shade of purple. So beautiful... The dragon flies closer to them and lands right in front of Astrid, holding its huge head so it can smell the tinny girl that continues to smile at it. It pushes the tips

I question him. I watch as his fist ball up and he gives a heavy sigh. His eyes close and no longer look out the window. "A mate is the gift promised to each dragon to lessen the burden of the curse from our mother. She was cursed by a witch. My mother's name was Io. A little over a one thousand years ago she fell in love with a boy and accidently killed him. His mother the witch was so angry that she cursed my mother to feel her pain one thousand times. Over the years, I guess she grew to feel sorry for us. My mother was never able to love another after her son so she made sure that we could. She gave each of us a mate. It is the only person in the world that we could ever be with" he expla

Leila glided down from Thorn’s back and walked towards them. “I will rebuild the Stormy Clan.” Mother Dragon said to Leila while holding out her hand. Her golden hair shone and dripped on the ground, she was tall and exceptionally beautiful. “I know you can do it.” She looked at the glowing channel of golden dust. “They are the spirits of the dragon race. Each of them is on its way to find its owner.” Then, she withdrew her gaze back to Leila, caressing her face softly. “I was too devastated when Father Dragon was murdered. I shouldn’t have take the whole race down with me. But I just couldn’t...” “You did nothing wrong.” Leila put a handful of glistening ashes from the well in Mother Dragon

Valmore nodded, accepting what Mallik just said. "We only know about fairy drifters, we don't know about the dragons. Dragons are a race born in fairy, so it must be true. Only drifters have the ability to see us, so it must be true. It must be that Dragon drifter who tripped the drifter sensor" Valmore agreed. Mallik thought the same thing. "It's not the only thing I came across this time. I heard gossip that this dragon drifter's mate looks like the late princess Catherina and she must be Catherina's missing daughter" Mallik shared about the gossip that the entire summer realm is whispering about.

my father said. "Oh hush not in this family I would expect nothing less." My mother smirked as the last recorded famale Alpha for many decades before she wasn't the least bit fazed by the newborn heir to the throne. "Our family is full of female Alpha's, her mother Kayda is a stong female and Dottie is one of the last fire dragon's you didn't expect a shrinking violet wallflower now did you?" she laughed as I placed my daughter in her arms.

I don’t even know where to begin. “There is more.” She takes a deep breath. “My mother was a witch, but my father is…” she swallows the word. I half expect her to say Vampyre, that would be the icing on the fucking cake. But no, what she says is far, far, more unexpected. “A dragon. I think the same dragon who fathered my new niece.” She looks away with tears glistening on the rims of her eyes. I can feel the waves of confusion and fear as they roll off her and slam into me.

Megan said as she kept on soothing Shelley. “Where is the bastard now?” I asked Shelley. “He has a house just outside of town out on Backbone Road, he’s not affiliated with any lair,” she said. “Have you contacted your father?” I asked her. “My father died in a car accident two months ago and I left the lair because I was willing to follow Alex,” she said sadly. “I’m sorry about your father,” I said to her. “So them being rogue dragons, what does that mean?” Emily asked.

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

Peace and love wash over me and I feel Regina vibrate with joy. My mother looks at me, “Avery, my dear sweet Avery, it is time you know the truth. You were a gift to us by the gods themselves. You are The Mother Of Dragons, because the blood of Tiamat flows within you, and her spirit resides in Regina. Your abilities will surface as you accept who and what you are, and draw strength from your mate bonds. We need you to bring the storm, to ensure that dragons survive the coming mass extinction.” As she said that, I felt a hand grab me. I turned, “Cassius!”

I retorted, confused. “Because we are your people. Your mother was also a lycanthropic dragon, our leader. A mighty warrior,” she declared warmly. “Y-you know my mother?” I stammered sadly, I had to hear of my mother from a stranger. “No! None of us have seen your mother except for the old leaders we have. She is a legend, someone we’ll praise forever…we were taught about her, how she saved our realm, and how she died. But that’s all we know,” She calmly responded.