Baju Dragon Novels & Stories

His jet black hair fell about his face and shoulders,a perfect vision of a creature who wouldn’t be tamed. “Soon, I will show you the love of a dragon,a love that can never be denied.” One more simmering kiss, and he released her from his magical hold. What just happened? One second she was shying away from him, the next, she had turned into some wild being, tempted by the beast. “Your clothes are in the drawers,pick a pretty dress, we are going out to dinner,” Drago ordered, in a calm voice.’I have some quick business to attend to,so take a shower and get yourself ready, and I will return when you are finished.

They claim I can’t get pregnant if they have sex but I’m not taking the risk. “Ready?” Austra smiles at me. I absentmindedly stoke the heavy red velvet robe that she hangs over my shoulders. The trim is made of the fur of rabbits that Gunther and Aminta hunted together. The chain which prevents my robe from falling off of my shoulders is fastened to the robe with two dragon scales. Showing my royal dragon lineage of reminding every queen after me that we have ties to the dragons. My gown is a floor length tight deep navy blue satin with a black lace overlay. The split is thigh high and the neckline shows a generous amount of cleavage. Zared is wearing a suit with a tailcoat in the same navy

He adds before vacating the room, not even allowing Astrid a chance to comment or protest. To her surprise, she finds that a dress has already been picked for her by Loras. It is gorgeous. A black velvet gown, like the night sky. Its tight sleeves and front are unadorned, the neckline skimming just beneath the collarbones, unremarkable save for the tendrils of embroidered, shimmering gold creeping over the shoulders. But the back is the true masterpiece. The gold embroidery continued from the shoulders, sweeping to form a dragon spitting its flames, seemingly flying away from the border of the lengthened train.

Didn't they say he would bring a dragon? She raised her head slowly to see that it wasn't the king but a woman who was smoothly getting off the horse with the help of one of the warriors. She was wearing an armless, long and flowing, blood red dress. It dazzled under the moonlight as it stuck carefully to her fair, slightly curvy body. It had a slit from the middle of her breast, down to the right side of her waist. Then another slit from her right mid-thigh all the way down.

Brawen rushed over. Chris' voice came from the dragon's wings: "Change clothes, want to see?". “…” A little later, from the dragon's wings, a real white horse prince appeared, oh no, I'm afraid the white horse prince in the fairy tales can't be compared with Chris. The black royal suit designed for a straight prince reveals his tall and perfect body, neat golden dresses attached to the sides of the shirt, even the shoulder pads are meticulously made, in the back, the shirt white cape fluttering in the wind. This is the royal aura that surpasses the world.

He is sure this beauty is one among many, who dies to flaunt their figure in front of men to make them drawl all over themselves. He snorted at that thought. After a minute, he heard the shower going on in the bathroom. He is a powerful aqua blue dragon. The legend says that there was only one such dragon in the past few centuries and he is the second. He can conceal himself in plain sight. No matter how powerful a person is, they cannot detect his presence unless he specifically wants them to.

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

She imagined she must look flushed in comparison, her own coloring warm and feverish beside him. He was dressed simply, loose black fabric tucked into leather, as though he had borrowed Rhyzar’s clothing. It suited him, though Caelia had the strangest feeling that he would have looked better in something… different. Something more ancient. "You… you figured out how to shift forms?" she asked, her voice shaking with disbelief. "No, Little Mate," the dragon rumbled, his voice a deep and unfamiliar pleasure in her ears. "That is a gift of my descendants."

One side was designated for rest and for spectators during matches. Surrounding the stage were six pillars, each representing a different dragon power like Light (yellow pillar), Shadow (purple pillar), Sun (orange pillar), Earth (green pillar), Water (blue pillar), and Fire (red pillar). Above the stage, a carved dragon with blue eyes, so lifelike it seemed to watch over them, adorned the ceiling. As Lea looked around, she spotted Rayan, Jude, Vickey, Lily, Alisha, and Ria training near the stage. Liam followed her gaze and also saw their friends.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i