The Mother Of Dragon Novels & Stories

She was standing very still, her arms wrapped around two sleeping pups, her white hair blowing in the wind. "Ask your mother who she really is," Marrow said gently. "I think you will find it is a very interesting story." "My mother is dead," Mom said. Her voice was thin. "She died when I was a baby. The omegas who raised me told me so." "Did they?" Marrow looked genuinely sorry. "How sad. They really should have checked." He lifted one hand. Ridge pulled the chain. The great black dragon beat her wings once, and a storm of dust swept the courtyard. Then they rose, higher and higher, the huge drum swinging beneath them, until they were only a dark shape against the sun.

"Should I be concerned?" "Probably," Alex muttered. "I need to tell you something about my heritage," I started. "Something my mother revealed in her diary that explains a lot about who I am and why finding my father might be more complicated than you realize." "I'm listening," Darius said while his expression turned carefully neutral. "My mother wasn't a wolf," I said while the words felt heavy leaving my mouth. "She was a dragon, a princess from the Firebourne line who fell in love with my father and gave up everything to be with him."

Aurora was a strange woman, she muttered a few confusing things from time to time, she remembered hearing her say the word and asking what she meant but she would never say. What could her mother be up to? “I know what Drákos stratiótis means… it's an ancient Greek word in dragon texts, it means Dragon soldier. Your mother must have known a dragon soldier” “A dragon soldier? What does that mean?” she asked in confusion. Drake hesitated before saying, “Dragon soldier means exactly what the name implies, They are dragons born to be soldiers for the clan. Dragons are mostly born into their roles and they are created by the flame goddess to bear the characteristics that are unique to them. It's

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.

Its tail curled around a pile of red-gold fruit, and it bit through the hard skin with slow jaws. It ate fruit. Maybe it would be easier to approach than something that hunted for its food. I checked the path behind me. A root crossed the downhill trail; I stepped over it once, testing my footing. I returned to the trees, leaving the way clear. The dragon raised its head as I stepped into view. “Hello,” I said. “My name is Lena Vale.” The dragon stopped chewing. I stayed several paces away and lifted both hands. “My mother is Mara Vale. She has an illness nobody knows how to cure. I need to win the Claim so the king will grant my wish,” I said.

It was almost two minutes before he uttered another word. "Despicable. That is impossible. I used to be the Dragon Lord but now, I am the Dragon King. I don't have a child, which means, no heir. My wife died on the night of our wedding. Indeed, I loved Matilda and wanted to marry her but my parents disapproved when they found out she was a witch. She never used her powers to hurt anyone but was rather good to all, using her powers to heal and restore Dragons like you just did. Of course, Dragons will heal on their own but it made it twice faster. I could never be your father." I was nonplussed when he finished speaking. My mother was indeed a witch and she also clearly said my father was the

Blaze remembered. "That's the same one. I don't know until very recently that even Dragons originated from the fairy. The fairy goddess became sad when she saw her children fighting with each other, so she gifted the powers of the relic to three women, who most probably are fully fae or half-fae like my Mate. Then a dragon would be born as her protector and Mate. Together they would protect both the fae and the dragon races. So our mother decided to become a matchmaker. These three dragons are the protectors, who would be taking the thrones as the three elders" Drake explained. Blaze nodded his head.

She screamed and hid behind him when she saw us. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Big Boss exclaimed looking back and forth on us. I take a good look at him. He looks like the same age as me. “It’s not for you to know.” Black Dragon answered pointing his gun to him. I gripped my own gun, ready to use it if needed. Big Boss is about to move while the woman positioned to run. Black Dragon spoke. “Move even an inch and I’ll blow your heads simultaneously.” His voice sounded cold and emotionless. I looked at him and was startled to see his face expressionless. He looked like a professional cold blooded killer. Big Boss and the woman froze. Black Dragon turned to the woman.

"Do you have someone in mind...?" The dragon responded happily, "of course! Your target, will be your mother." I froze, "what..?"

It seemed like he was larger than life, one of the primordial vampires. The tale was still not over, even upon my father marrying my mother. It was far from reaching. Some dispute arose. My mother was the daughter of one of the greatest Dragon Lords. By virtue of rumors, he was one of the most fierce guys throughout the supernatural world. And then, a brutal fight arose, between the strong powers of Dragons and that of vampires. More than that, things were said to me that I should hate my father's, but something was wrong, and a truth was yet to be revealed.