A Story About A Dragon Novels & Stories

I roll my eyes and tell her the dramatic story of how we ended up in this situation. “What did you want me to do? Let the rats feast on them? As if, I hate rats, disgusting.” Shivering at the thought of them, Oliver laughs and makes a comment about how i'm a big, bad dragon afraid of little creatures. Shoving my elbow into his gut, I walk away from the annoying pair, and head into my room. Slammin the door, I sink into the bed in the middle of the space, and try to figure out how in the hell I got myself yet another impossible situation.

That is when the dragon had picked her up and carried her to safety far away in another town. Alicia could not remember where she was from or who her parents were. All she could remember was running, the fall, and the beautiful dragon that carried her to safety. He had the same colorings as the injured one from yesterday. Alicia wondered if it was possible this was the same dragon from years ago. She smiled at the thought, serving the family their breakfast. Everyone feared dragons, calling them demons, but she alone knew one dragon that had saved her life. As soon as her chores were done, she put some vegetable soup in a container and ran out to the place where her dragon patient lay. To he

--FIVE YEARS LATER-- "Mama, tell us a story!" Lily demanded, curled up in her bed with her stuffed rabbit. "The dragon story!" Lucas added from his bed across the room. "With the brave knight!" I settled into the chair between their beds, these six-year-old miracles who'd survived everything. "Once upon a time," I began, "there was a dragon who everyone thought was a princess. She was kind and good and trusting. But people took advantage of her kindness. They tried to trap her, use her, steal everything she loved."

But the most interesting was how the first dragon came to be. My nursemaids had told me the story countless of times when I was still young and inexperienced with the world. Back then it was just another bedtime story I chalked up to theatrics and an old maid’s tale to try and bring about sleep for their little charges. Now I filled my time with reading about it. Somewhere in those pages there had to be someone like me. A half-breed. A bastard born. I couldn't recall how many times I had read through volume after volume of dragon history. World history. If there were any being like me, they must not have ever been mentioned. Dragons didn't sire children outside of their clans. To have done s

I made myself a woman who followed and lived by her own rules, something my half-brother, Jackson Kwon, hated. Years passed and I built my empire, but I guess fate had something else in mind for me. The stories of the creatures from storybooks, folktales and fairytales told to children on sleepless nights became reality for me and threw me into the abyss of the supernatural... a world of dragons.

He smirks,looking proud of himself “Yeah. I told you I know my way around. We'll have to move after a month or two. And we need to train. You’re not good at combat,and you haven't connected to your dragon fully. We need to work on those.” “You’ll teach me?” “Yes.” He answers,folding his arms,still holding on to the blanket. “I get the combat,but what do you know about dragons?” He chuckles “ Nothing really. But I read some books and apparently,I'm your tamer. There should be some natural information in here.” He says,pointing at his head. I scowl “In as much as the dragon is me and I am the dragon, it has a mind of its own most of the time,and it loves burning shit. So if you don’t know what

We soon reached a sleeping dragon, he was enormous. Dynaris approached the sleeping dragon, her footsteps echoing off the cavern walls. As she drew closer, the dragon's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her with a piercing gaze. Dynaris stood tall, her voice clear and steady. "I mean you no harm, noble dragon. I'm on a quest to reclaim the ancient dragon throne." The dragon's gaze narrowed, his voice low and rumbling. "Many have come before you, seeking to claim the throne. But few have succeeded. Are you prepared to face the trials that lie ahead?" Dynaris nodded, her determination evident. "I'm ready.”

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read A Baby for the Dragon. This book is a breeder kink one and has some talk of infertility with the main female lead but will result in a pregnancy for our dragon and his mate. There will be tons of unprotected sex and lots of dirty talk, the sex will be super graphic and if that’s not something you enjoy that’s okay. There are plenty of other books out there for you, just maybe not this one.

Her face was unreadable. I cleared my throat. “Dragons, huh? Okay…” I sat at the edge of the bed and lowered my voice to that exaggerated storyteller tone. “Once upon a time, there was a dragon so big, his wings covered the mountains, and when he sneezed–” I made a loud snorting sound, waving my hands dramatically, “–he blew down entire forests!” The kids erupted in laughter. “And then,” I continued, deepening my voice for the dragon, “the villagers said, ‘Oh no! He’ll sneeze us away too!’ But one brave little knight said, ‘Don’t worry, I know how to stop him!’”

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.