Romans & histoires Star Dragon

I wake up practically on Taran again. The covers are off the bed. Taran’s body is radiating heat. Maybe dragons are made from fire? I should ask about what is and isn’t true when it comes to dragons. Taran stirs as I pull away. His arm is around me with his hand resting on my hip. I feel his grip tighten, and his chest vibrates as he lets out a low growl, warning me not to move. His grip immediately loosens, and he stops growling when I relax back into him.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

Marina never saw this coming. She couldn't dodge as the sword sliced into her shoulder, carving off flesh. She collapsed, screaming in pain, "Why? I nearly died from giving birth to your child, and you want to kill me?" Horace laughed bitterly, "My child? Royal dragons are born red. There has never been a blue one. You cheated on me!" Marina didn't know this rule. She cowered, trembling until she saw me smirking behind Horace. That was when she realized everything.

Karen stand up "What's going on?" "Who's zircon?"Castus press on not shining his gaze away from her. "He's not human, he's a dragon"Blood drain from Castus face "Zircon is a dragon"

Instead, she feels that he could handle it and make it with the rouges and hunters. She was praying in her mind that Drake was alive. She called all the gods, goddesses, and even saints to think that the alpha was safe. She was still trembling. Suddenly, as her eyes were closed, Drake talked to her through their minds. ‘S-Stray'... Drake called. ‘Don’t worry about me; don’t think of saving me,’ I said seriously.

it rumbled. The copper-colored slanted pupil eyes that matched her scales stared at Isabelle for a long time and made it feel like ants danced along her skin. “I think not. Wait outside the chamber if you must, but you will not like our discussion.” With a snapping of teeth that made Isabelle jump, the first dragon turned and scraped its body out of the opening and stomped away. “I’m D'Kohralx Vorian Churgo Desmonda.”

"Only nine hundred and ninety, you bloody flying reptile." Kiema stepped forward. "Tenny, you know this woman?" Saint nodded without taking his eyes off Esmerelda. "She's a dragon. One of my few friends." He leaned down, pressed his lips to Esmerelda's cheeks. Kiema bristled before she took a couple of deep breaths. I blinked as a peculiar darkness came and went from her pale eyes. Was she hosting some weird kind of druid inside her too? Kiema stepped forward. "Hello, I'm Kiema. Bonded mate to Tennotith and Saint and Ransom and Kord." She shoved her hand between the couple.

------------- --------------------- Eight months later . . . ------------- --------------------- "Aodh, could you please help Kira and Arthur get the kids settled down? Company will be here soon," Shamira half-shouted, half-sighed. Being a mother to a nest of little dragons was exhausting. Since defeating Jonas, four more eggs had hatched, giving her another Sea Serpent (this one a female), a female Horned Dragon from the Far East, a male Stone Dragon from the Rocky Mountains of the United States, and a male Quetzalcoatl from Central America.

This created a cacophony of noise that was both jarring and soothing at the same time. “Alpha Xander,” a burly man dipped his head subtly in my direction. He said, “Luna Aarya,” with tears in his eyes. His scent was a dead giveaway that he was a dragon. His Gamma aura was apparent to me. The Gamma of the Dragon Warrior pack, I presumed. “Xander, this is Surya Kaka,” she introduced, pointing towards him. He appeared to be in his early forties, tall like me, with dark brown hair and eyes. His build was solid like a truck, and he sported a light beard.

“Layana…” “I’m ok, Drakayaan, obey Declan,” she said to the dragon who whipped his head back and looked at Declan, their eyes met - flaming red against crackling grey as Declan’s powers surfaced. The two stared off for a second before Drakayaan whipped his head around once again. Layana carefully transferred herself onto the slimmer and longer body of Dragina stroking her scales before she whipped into the sky. Declan smirked watching Layana on her silvery dragon. She looked at him smiling