Water Dragon's Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

Yes, everyone in the clan has already noticed that I turned on her, only she alone does not want to notice this. - Stupid, impudent fox. I have long lost my head from one small fearless splinter. The fox looked at me incredulously, bright stars danced in her blue eyes. My charming couple. Now I was glad that the elders had insisted and brought her to the clan. That day came to mind. Rice came to me and, turning pale, announced the decision of the elders to return the bride home. The same half-blooded daughter of Alexander Kedano, whose mother fled under unclear circumstances, taking her with her. I remember being very angry. Problems rained down on the clan like curses: the north haunted, Al

“When dragon mates combine their fire, it’s supposed to be an intimate moment between the two dragons, but it’s a way to heal your mate. Don’t worry, it won’t complete our bond or anything, but it’s been said that it brings you closer. When our fire combines, it lets out some kind of power that will engulf both of us as it heals you. I don’t really know what it will feel like. I’ve only seen it happen a couple of times. It’s kind of a private thing for most dragons. It might not even work with you being a wolf.” I smiled, he’s nervous. I don’t think I have ever seen Creed nervous. This must mean more to him than he’s letting on. “So, let’s try it. What’s the worst that can happen?” We finall

"Mated couples will go when the moon is high. We have Amelia’s and Cornelia’s union to celebrate. As for Yasmin and Axel, we will do their ceremony at dawn. Blessings to new life are the best when done at the moment a new day is born..." Talia thought how that was fantastic. Everyone gets blessings, but she wanted one also. She waited for Evanora to finish her speech before asking, "About that... Do you think that Drake and I can participate?" "As a mated couple, do you want to go separately or together with others?", Evanora responded with a question. Talia was pleasantly surprised that Evanora agreed so easily. "We can? Really?" Evanora cocked an eyebrow at her. "Without you opening the po

"I am your wife, we got married tonight, officially, with the old words, in front of everyone." "I was there. I remember every moment of it clearly." "So then why won't you..." "Because you are drunk," he said, even, patient; the patience of a man holding three centuries of wanting with both hands. "Draconis wine is not ordinary wine. It is brewed from a berry that grows only in dragon territory, and it affects the human body four times more severely than it affects anything else. You had four glasses of it and you are sitting in my bed at midnight asking me to..." He stopped, then started again. "When you wake up tomorrow and you cannot remember any of this, because I promise you right now,

The fire flared, casting them in molten gold. His body caged hers. But still, he did not touch. The fire did that for him. It kissed her throat. Slid across her hips. Sank into her skin like it had been waiting. Still, he did not claim her. He didn’t need to. The fire claimed her instead. But the court didn’t understand what they were witnessing. A dragon mating ritual was ancient. Sacred. Rarely performed before witnesses, and never before with a mortal. The fact that she still stood, untouched by the fire—wrapped in it like it was her birthright—made silence fall like a blade.

His voice was iron. My body swayed. Thoughts clicked into place like shattered shards of a mirror. Not only had the gods returned me to this day. Drakon had returned too. Among dragonkin, bloodline was everything. I was the only trueborn daughter of my house, a rare Gold dragon. From the day I was born, I was destined to marry the Dragon King. At eighteen, I became his wife. But two years passed without a child. Healer after healer examined me. There was nothing wrong with me. That meant the problem was him.

"Ugly thing, hahaha. No matter how beautiful you are, with your wings?burned to ruin, Morpheus will never want you again." “Once you finish my medicine tests, I’ll be blessed by the ice element. I’ll marry Morpheus in your place, and become the Ice Dragon princess instead of you.” She viciously jammed her finger into one of the wounds on my wing, a hungry, expectant look on her face. The blue sapphire on that finger was shining with a dazzling light. I grabbed her arm, shook it off and calmly said, “Doesn’t matter. He’s yours.”

“But she shifts into a perfect lioness.” “Hmmm,” she says, looking at me as if it’s a pity that I don’t have any dragon in me. “What about you?” I ask, already knowing she’s got water dragon in her. She lifts her head up and blows a light rain over top of all of us. “Impressive,” Pyralis says, walking up to her. “It’s not that impressive,” I grumble. “Don’t worry, Truda. I’ll still fuck you,” Banari says.

"A tribute is riding the dragon!" A second voice, a woman's, very clear: "That's impossible. The dragon only bows to its queen!"

The pulsing waves continue until a blue dragon lies in my bride's place. I fall to my knees. My heart has stopped and started again. I'm looking at the most glorious sight in the universe. It can't be. An eerie female voice comes with the wind. "You have proven your worth as a dragon." I look around and see no one. Roxanne opens her large, luminescent blue eyes. My bride is dragon.