Alpha Dragon Tributes Novels & Stories

The oldest of them, Druener has been part of the council I think since my grandfather the man has seen empires rise and fall, had his hand in the falling of many, and still refuses to die. If ever given a chance to kill any of these insufferable old men then he is the first on my radar. “Alpha,” he starts, his voice old and gravelly but still not defining his age. Ara believes he gets potions from the witches to keep him younger and I believe her, I didn’t then but I do now. “The Fae’s have been seeking counsel with you on the matters of your…er…” he gives me a smile that looks an awful lot like a smirk before continuing.

Alpha Malik left the training field including Jericho and the guards, Evans looked back feeling pity for Aurora was on the ground wincing in pain. * * (After some minutes) Alpha Malik’s in the chamber, reading and scribbling some vital information down, he’s reading about trading among nations and communities of another region. He came across some vital things needed in his community that he can get In another community based on agreement. He wants his people to start enjoying comfort and peace, and he will do everything in his power to bring peace and prosperity into his community. After he had scribbled down lots of information, his hand ached, and he decided to come out to the verandah, h

Taking in a deep breath and at the same time desperate to break the moment, I blurted, “But a beast needs a real name. Like Knight has his. What’s yours?” Only then did I feel him freeze. Then slowly, he lifted his head. “I don’t have one.” A smirk crept onto my lips at my victory, at least he should let me go now. “Don’t kill those girls… and I will give you one.” His eyes widened just slightly. “Really?” I nodded and this terrifying, bloodthirsty Alpha finally smiled. A real smile. “Consider it done,” he said. “Tell your Beta now, before I choose a name for you.”

He reached out and grabbed Aria's hand and walked inside, dragging her along. Mark let out a loud breath of relief. "Phew! That was close..." Kahlia made a strange rumbling noise as his jaw clenched. He glared at Mark as Mark happily walked up the steps and passed Trent. "You knew this would happen?" Kahlia growled out accusingly. Mark stopped and looked back. "Not quite...but you wolves aren't the only ones with dominant possessive alphas to deal with...and ours..." He indicated inside with his thumb over his shoulder. "Ours is a freaking dragon!"

Destiny’s POV “A deal is a deal. You are starting training from tomorrow.” The silence that filled the room was one that was laced with confusion. Everyone was looking at Alpha Theo like he had grown two heads. “We don’t know her well enough for her to join a sensitive side of the pack, Alpha.” Max chipped in. “She’s just barely been here a week.” Alpha Theo’s eyes were still fixed on me, holding mine as if daring me to argue with him, “And yet she is the only one who dared to go in search of the snake and successfully retrieve its tears.”

"The price is historic vulnerability. The Blackthorn archives are thorough, but my elders hid the true record of the year 1247. They told the coven that the first tribrid failed because her magic was too wild. It was a lie." He looked up, his gaze locking onto mine with absolute honesty. "She failed because the warlock anchor died. The initial bond was completed successfully, but the remaining three alphas grew maddened by territorial jealousy. The wolf alpha cut the warlock’s throat while he slept, believing he could claim the tribrid’s entire power for his own pack. The moment the foundation died, the tribrid went insane from the magical feedback. She burned three cities to ash before her

"We must not be foolish. We all heard about what happened to the Packs beyond the South Coast. They were so foolish to have not acted on time. They kept waiting for the right man, and what happened? Their Pack have been taken captive because of the shame they brought upon themselves. We cannot keep waiting for the Luna before we decide for ourselves. Given that, I'd like to bring to our notice that we've begun preparations for my daughter and heiress, Ava, to be wedded." An unseen blade seemed to strike my belly. The anxiety that'd been mounting for so long fell. And in its place was perplexity and anger. I stared vacantly into the space before me as I watched everyone clap. "And her mate…"

She just looked at him, but did not reply. Walking over to the nearest chair, she sat down and a sudden humming enveloped her. She shifted into her snake form but was not attacking anyone. I knew she was meditating and divining, looking through space and time and secret veils to get her answers. Humming became louder, and a red sparkly mist started falling on her. She gasped but allowed it to continue. I watched her in awe – she had incredible control. Her eyes were closed, and she looked as if she were sleeping, her body moving gently the only sign she was awake. When she opened her eyes again, they were blood red. “The Tribrid is bound to the Spieta line, by blood and oath. Those who you m

She stood proudly again and said, looking at me with her miserable appearance and thin body, "I am Jenny Anderson, daughter of Alpha Anderson from the Golden Sun Pack, and I reject you, Alpha Dragon." I smiled mockingly. Does she think that by rejecting me, I would accept her even if she were my mate? Alpha Dragon is never rejected, no matter what happens. So I shouted, "I am Alpha Dragon from the Blue Moon Pack, and I reject you, Jenny." Yes, I rejected her, but she won't go away. She will just be a whore I use for my pleasure, even if it means burning her entire pack to have her.

But that wasn’t what stole my breath. Standing before us, massive and impossible in the rooftop lights, was a dragon. A silver-scaled, ancient-eyed dragon. Watching us. Calm. “Soren,” I breathed, my voice barely there. “He’s called Obsidian. He’s a friend,” Soren said proudly. “He’s our ride.” Before I could decide if I was hallucinating, he was lifting me onto the creature’s surprisingly comfortable, leathery back. Obsidian shifted, muscles rolling beneath us, and then—with a single, mighty push of his wings—we were airborne.