know who she was at first. By the
time he realized what she was, he had already fallen in love with her.
Fortunately for him, the feeling was mutual; they married and ended up with two
amazing boys.
They adopted Samhail, a very well-behaved child who
had visions of the future. His biological father was the Guardian of Dios and
his mother was a human. Dile, which were the people of Dios, were unbelievably
strong. Hail inherited this trait. He was also fiercely protective of his
younger brother.
Their biological son, Ronez, was named after Dylan’s
father. Ron was a hellion with the face of an angel. When he was four, Ron
absorbed the dark force of the universe, or the balance, in order to save the
universe from falling apart. What that meant exactly, Dylan still wasn’t sure.
All he knew was that when the balance took control of Ron and the child’s eyes
turned white, he wanted to get out of the way, or Ron would kill him.
Another member of Dylan’s family was Mordon. Dylan
sensed Mordon’s presence before they even met, but it was three years later
that they started working together. Mordon was his best friend, his adopted
brother, a runaway prince, and a dragon. Well, half dragon. Sort of. Mordon was
actually born of two sago and infused with the soul and blood of an ancient
dragon that was a king to other dragons. Furthermore, if Dylan was away from
Mordon for too long, the balance between his magic and the universe would be
disrupted and Ron would be uncontrollably driven to kill him. On the brighter
side of things, Dylan and Mordon could talk to each other in their minds, just
like Ron and Hail could.
Dylan’s little family was quite settled on Duran, but
he hated settling. They moved to Earth recently in order to give the boys some
human culture. Aside from the threat of a war with demons, it went pretty well.
But now it was time for Christmas. It was Dylan’s
first Christmas on Earth since he became its Guardian and he was determined to
make it amazing for his boys. Of course, he probably ruined that by scaring
them with fairytales of an evil Santa Claus.
“Daddy! My jeans won’t fit!” Hail screamed across the
house.
“It’s because you’re fat!” Ron yelled. “You’re not
getting food again until you fit into them!” Ron was the only one in the family
that could cook well, and despite making many threats to cut his brother off,
he always enabled Hail’s sweet tooth.
The master bedroom door burst open as Dylan tried to
brush his teeth with one hand and button his shirt with the other. Hail stopped
in the bathroom doorway with his jeans unbuttoned and about two inches too high
on his calves. The boy wasn’t overweight; he just grew like a weed.
Hail was twelve and he could pass for fifteen easy.
No matter how much junk food he ate, Hail only ever gained weight in muscle.
His eyes were vibrant purple and his hair was a deep, glossy red even more
gorgeous than his biological mother’s, but there was nothing soft or delicate
about him. The kid was going to be huge when he was done growing.
“Your mother’s going to have to buy you more clothes
today. I’m late for work.” For Dylan’s effort to take the toothbrush out of his
mouth and not let go of his button, toothpaste splattered on his white business
shirt.
Divina nudged Hail aside to enter the bathroom. She
was dressed in one of Dylan’s dark blue button-up shirts and black boxers,
neither of which concealed her perfectly-formed figure that models would kill
for. Her long, blue-black hair was wild and loose, spilling all over her
shoulders and curling slightly around her face. Dylan knew he needed to start
locking the bedroom door or his older son would have a very miserable
teenage-hood. She was the reason Dylan was late.
“I have to deal with stuff today,” she said. “Have
Mordon do it.”
“He’s working today.” Mordon worked with the local
police, who were all dragons. “Who’s watching the
time he realized what she was, he had already fallen in love with her.
Fortunately for him, the feeling was mutual; they married and ended up with two
amazing boys.
They adopted Samhail, a very well-behaved child who
had visions of the future. His biological father was the Guardian of Dios and
his mother was a human. Dile, which were the people of Dios, were unbelievably
strong. Hail inherited this trait. He was also fiercely protective of his
younger brother.
Their biological son, Ronez, was named after Dylan’s
father. Ron was a hellion with the face of an angel. When he was four, Ron
absorbed the dark force of the universe, or the balance, in order to save the
universe from falling apart. What that meant exactly, Dylan still wasn’t sure.
All he knew was that when the balance took control of Ron and the child’s eyes
turned white, he wanted to get out of the way, or Ron would kill him.
Another member of Dylan’s family was Mordon. Dylan
sensed Mordon’s presence before they even met, but it was three years later
that they started working together. Mordon was his best friend, his adopted
brother, a runaway prince, and a dragon. Well, half dragon. Sort of. Mordon was
actually born of two sago and infused with the soul and blood of an ancient
dragon that was a king to other dragons. Furthermore, if Dylan was away from
Mordon for too long, the balance between his magic and the universe would be
disrupted and Ron would be uncontrollably driven to kill him. On the brighter
side of things, Dylan and Mordon could talk to each other in their minds, just
like Ron and Hail could.
Dylan’s little family was quite settled on Duran, but
he hated settling. They moved to Earth recently in order to give the boys some
human culture. Aside from the threat of a war with demons, it went pretty well.
But now it was time for Christmas. It was Dylan’s
first Christmas on Earth since he became its Guardian and he was determined to
make it amazing for his boys. Of course, he probably ruined that by scaring
them with fairytales of an evil Santa Claus.
“Daddy! My jeans won’t fit!” Hail screamed across the
house.
“It’s because you’re fat!” Ron yelled. “You’re not
getting food again until you fit into them!” Ron was the only one in the family
that could cook well, and despite making many threats to cut his brother off,
he always enabled Hail’s sweet tooth.
The master bedroom door burst open as Dylan tried to
brush his teeth with one hand and button his shirt with the other. Hail stopped
in the bathroom doorway with his jeans unbuttoned and about two inches too high
on his calves. The boy wasn’t overweight; he just grew like a weed.
Hail was twelve and he could pass for fifteen easy.
No matter how much junk food he ate, Hail only ever gained weight in muscle.
His eyes were vibrant purple and his hair was a deep, glossy red even more
gorgeous than his biological mother’s, but there was nothing soft or delicate
about him. The kid was going to be huge when he was done growing.
“Your mother’s going to have to buy you more clothes
today. I’m late for work.” For Dylan’s effort to take the toothbrush out of his
mouth and not let go of his button, toothpaste splattered on his white business
shirt.
Divina nudged Hail aside to enter the bathroom. She
was dressed in one of Dylan’s dark blue button-up shirts and black boxers,
neither of which concealed her perfectly-formed figure that models would kill
for. Her long, blue-black hair was wild and loose, spilling all over her
shoulders and curling slightly around her face. Dylan knew he needed to start
locking the bedroom door or his older son would have a very miserable
teenage-hood. She was the reason Dylan was late.
“I have to deal with stuff today,” she said. “Have
Mordon do it.”
“He’s working today.” Mordon worked with the local
police, who were all dragons. “Who’s watching the
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