Badass Dragon Novels & Stories

Why not Maleah, whom I loved with my entire being? I finally see Bastian's great tower sticking out of the clouds and put on an additional burst of speed. They will rue the day they messed with Laryn, the mightiest dragon to ever live. Bastian's red tail swoops out of a cloud and hits me upside the head. I shake my jaw and turn to seek the fucker who has disappeared into the clouds again. "Calm down, Laryn," he whispers into my mind.

At this point, she was sure the dragon was in control,but as suddenly as he changed, Drago came back to himself. “He will not hurt you,” he whispered in her ear,”he just wants to enjoy his mate.” “Mmm,” Madchen moaned and all her inhibitions dissipated like a mist into the night. Drago wasted no time as he sat up, and ripped his shirt off, revealing his perfectly toned abs and pecs.He pulled her up with him. They were chest to chest now,Madchen completely absorbed in the bliss that was Drago, her sexy onyx dragon. Suddenly, his lips claimed hers with a fiery passion, demanding entrance to her delicious mouth with his tongue. Madchen Allowed it, letting him lead as he explored her mouth. Soon

"It sounds silly, but it helped us pass the time." "I don't doubt it." Dante leaned back, the picture of casual insouciance. "What would you liken me to?" A dragon. Glorious in his power, terrifying in his anger, and magnificent even in repose. "If you'd asked me before our truce, I would've said an ill-mannered boar," I said instead. "Since we're being nice, I'll upgrade you to a honey badger." "The most fearless animal in the world. I'll take it."

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

She is not perfect in every way, but she's imperfectly mine. Perhaps I could challenge the Dragon King or even declare war so that I could win back Annabelle, but would that be a wise decision? Would I dare follow in the crazy footsteps of Caesar and wage war over my obsession? The dragon species are one of the strongest species to be created, having the ability to fight not only on land but also on air. So many lives would be lost over my need to claim my mate. Before I could extend my line of thought with the boys, Alfred knocked on my door and subsequently entered, causing our conversation to cease. "Your Highness, dinner will begin in fifteen minutes."

She stuttered. "What?" "She's awake!" "Who?" "Asra! My bestia! I need to eat, Thane! She's awake! She'll kill you." The burning sensation of her body was making her far from sanity. It was like the first time she had Asra, her bestia. Asra was a fire-breathing dragon and one of the most powerful dragons in Acheron. But it became weak when Elisia claimed it as her bestia. Thane didn't move an inch from his position. He just stared into her eyes, watching the fire in them. She was breathing rapidly and tiny droplets of sweat started to appear on her body. It was obvious that she was trying to control her monster.

Darby reached to the villa and outside were standing a few bodyguards.He went to one of them...his loyal one."What is the report?" he asked the bodyguard and he answered, "Sir, he is not at home. A pretty woman was by his side.""A woman?" Darby narrowed his eyebrows."But a Dragon is still in there," informed the bodyguard."Dragon?" Darby was getting confused."I'm going in," he added when the bodyguard stopped him saying, "Sir, I am sorry...I can't let you go in.""This is still my villa, Crawford," Darby declared sternly."Not anymore...the legal papers have been made and this villa now belongs to Azazel."Darby clenched his fists in annoyance. He was getting on his last nerves to tolerate that

Allissa When I saw it, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Descending majestically before me was an enormous dragon, its sheer size casting an imposing shadow across the ground. Its scales shimmered like polished obsidian, reflecting the moonlight with an otherworldly gleam. Two vast black wings unfurled from its back, each powerful beat creating a gale that rustled the nearby trees and sent dust swirling into the air. It landed with a thunderous impact between me and my pursuers, the ground trembling beneath its weight. Flames danced and snaked along the earth as it unleashed a deafening roar, the sound reverberating through the air and sending my would-be captors fleeing in terror. As their figure

“Make sure they see the dragon. It’s important to reinforce these people’s fear.” She gnashed her teeth as she watched him walk away, utterly at ease. Repugnant. Amoral. Not just him, but everyone who gleefully joined in and reveled in such corrupted, rotten ways. Bastien with his sick obsession with turning the dragons into nothing more than breeding stock, Tet with his enthusiastic willingness to destroy dragonkind and use the remnants to satisfy his greed for more, more, more, and Bisset with his unfeeling, stone-like way of using dragons to instill terror and subjection as if he deserved to exercise such power, as if he were a god reigning over insects.