American Dragon: Jake Long Novels & Stories

Pepper is dragon and incredibly special. I'm lying in the grass and daydreaming because that's what lazy father dragons do for about three minutes each day. I'm imagining the portrait of Jewel and Pepper that now hangs in our great room. Mikael drew it. He barely survived Drakon's attack and his injuries keep him from a fulltime job. He has become our resident artist because he's surprisingly good. He lost most of the fingers on his left hand, but it doesn't keep him from producing amazing portraits that are now sprinkled around our castles.

The men hugged again before Jake looked at Olive. “Olive, my goodness!” he exclaimed and hugged her sweetly. He kissed her hair and held her at arm's length too. “Dragon rider. Look at you.” “You'll be shocked. I'm not the only dragon rider now,” Olive revealed and beamed at Wayne. Jake's eyes widened. “You're joking.” “Nope. Two dragons. Both mates. The male one's mine, the female one's his.” Jake looked so pleasantly shocked Olive began to laugh again. He turned around and hugged his Alpha once again.

In a world where supernatural species dominate professional sports, werewolf Alpha Jax Cole has built his legacy on strength and loyalty to his pack. When the Monster League drafts dragon Jude Stone, the first of his kind in centuries, old hatreds ignite. What begins as a fierce on-field rivalry quickly turns into a dangerous, magnetic attraction. As Jax and Jude battle centuries of bloodshed and betrayal, stolen moments and raw desire threaten everything they hold dear. With ancient clans watching and their careers on the line, their forbidden love could either heal old wounds or spark a war that destroys them both.In a world where supernatural species dominate professional sports, wer

In the house built on it, at the visitors apartment, Jake his G-5, the god of War of Mega Island - Sterling City Sworn Enemy - and the triad imperials of Delta city were seated having a discussion. Jake's plan was to overthrow Mark and become the new president general but he can't without the silver ring! And now he already has the support of literally everyone. Mark's mum, Flora is held captive and could be a possible resource to be used to exchange for the silver ring, if Hannah fails to bring it.

"You are?" He pulls up his jacket sleeve to reveal a Dragon tattoo. "The names Cain." I turn to him. He looks Dragon. Tattooed in weird rune like ink. Black hair shaved high and massive. I walk to him slowly. I pull out my phone. "One touch and I have the Unit down on this place faster than you can run." I point my phone at him. "You fuck with me, and the Unit will carry your body out in pieces." "I'm Ex-dragon dude. Your threats don't scare me." He tips his beer back. "You want Alexi or what?"

He was savagely dragged, his cloth ripped and torn apart but his strong palms restricted the assault from getting to his skin. Jake who’d been staring unbearably at the fight suddenly dived into mid-air and his clothes ripped apart. In his place was a striking wolf in whose every inch of bearing was authority. Jake had distinctly almond-shaped eyes that tended to be more closely set on the face and were slanted, with the corners of the eyes lining up with the outer base of the ears.

“I didn’t expect you to know. Most of us are hidden, scattered across territories. But when I felt your presence, I knew I had to find you.” I reached for the spare cloak I always carried near the lake and wrapped it around myself. “Why now? Why are you here?” The sound of footsteps startled us both. My wolf instincts flared, and I turned quickly to see Alex emerging from the trees. His jaw tightened when he saw Jake, his eyes narrowing into a territorial glare. “Who are you?” Alex demanded, his voice sharp. Jake didn’t flinch. “I’m Jake. From the White Tribe. I was just introducing myself to her.”

“What is it that you want?” Warren shifted on his feet. “I want you to kill Devon Longshire.” Jake huffed out a laugh. “They have a word for this. Entrapment. I’m not a hitman.” “I know exactly who and what you are, Jake.” “I’m an ex-con riding with an MC,” Jake said. “My room’s not wired, I’m officially on leave. You can check,” Warren said. “I know. You’re also divorced from Marcie and you have a three-year-old daughter named Emi-Lee.”

“It satisfies me, gives me chills, reminds me of just how much strength I still have left in my system, even at my age.” Calista glared up at him, her vision blurred and her eyes weak. She tried to snap back, but her throat caught, and she spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor instead. Jake drew a kitchen knife from his belt, pressing the cold tip directly against her throat. One wrong movement, and her breath would be cut short forever.

It was now our turn. Jake started removing his shirt and pants. I tried not to stare but curiosity was indeed a bitch. I sneaked a peak and boy was he packed. He had giant-sized everything. He had broad shoulders and a thick waist, soft thick hair covered his torso and large hands. He belonged in the jungle with the wildlife. I remembered Danny mentioning that his lineage came from Giants and Trolls. He wasn’t bad looking, just scary with a capital ‘S’. After Jake was done, the guard looked at us, “Are you two waiting for me to issue you an official invitation?”