Baju Dragon Novels & Stories

Arkalis instructs calmly, his hands behind his back. Christian and I rushed to the drum and filled our buckets. Arkalis helped me in placing mine on my shoulder, while Christian skillfully placed his on his shoulder. I pouted in jealously, I want to be strong. But anyway, I am going to be consoling myself, with the fact that Christian is a guy who turns into a dragon since he became eleven. I wasn't able to hold on to the sticks linked to the buckets on my shoulder for up to ten seconds before it came crashing to the ground again. Christian on the other hand carried it very well showing off his muscles self. He only encountered problem with keeping the water from pouring little by little.

Brandon says, holding Alcina’s hand in his with breathtaking care. Alcina can’t stop staring - both at the ornate, magnificent jewelry wrapped around her arm and her husband. “But I thought that such ordinary baubles were unfitting for the woman whom they call Stormbringer.” Brandon glances up, then, giving Alcina such a wicked little smile through his lashes, that Alcina feels her heart seize. “That something as great and tremendous as a Dragon Lord ought to wear something more befitting her status.”

I became relieved. The scene I had just witnessed came flashing through my mind. I couldn't believe what I had witnessed. The woman before me was no ordinary human; her ethereal beauty and shimmering scales revealed her true identity as a dragon. My husband, Rex, the Prince of the Dragon Clan, had betrayed me with one of his own kind. As an Omega I wasn't asking for much, all I wanted was mutual respect for both parties as husband and wife.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

(AN: And god damn I don't know how to describe clothes so hey just gonna post a link to you guys what it looks like if my description is shite you can g****e Killia from Disgaea 5 and his outfit is kinda like that but with an addition of the black shirt). He opened his package and got his new outfit out from the box, his outfit consists of a jacket with white furs on the neckline and a red dragon motif on its back, a black sleeveless shirt and black tight jeans, a fingerless black glove and a brown combat boots. Overall he looks badass. After a few moments of adjustment he started finding what's new power he posses on his body but during his investigation, there's suddenly a black rift under

I said to her. “I won’t,” she said. Baz separated from me and he stretched his neck and wings and gave a big yawn as he looked at us. I rolled my sleeves up as his eyes started glowing. “I, Bazzoit, will now allow you entry into the dragon realm, make your cut and press your hands together so that the magic of my dragon’s blood can transport you,” he said. I cut my palm and then Jennifer’s and clasped our two hands together. I closed my eyes and I could feel that familiar pull. I heard the dripping water sound that echoed around the cave’s walls. I opened my eyes again and looked around.

Through the clear plastic, you could see the glow of the piece shimmer. He smiled at the sight of his friend almost ready, with the wavy red strands falling down her back, her cat-blue gaze and lips glistening. She wore a jewel in her hair, a dragonfly bobby pin in the same color as her eyes, which made the sight very ornate. - "Your dress arrived" Drake announced. The seven dresses Lora had worn at fashion week were bought by her father. He'd bought all her clothes, in fact, and she didn't know how comfortable she was with that. But Jean certainly had good taste when it came to clothing.

When she moved, the gown shimmered like a dragon’s hide under firelight. It matched Verath’s dragon. A visible acceptance. A declaration. Her hair fell in soft waves, threaded with delicate gold chains, and at her collarbone rested a small pendant shaped like a dragon wing. The silver glow in her eyes flickered with quiet strength. Verath stood at the altar, and for a moment, he forgot to breathe. She walked toward him slowly, the gown trailing behind her like a shadowed flame. The court watched in awe, murmurs spreading. “She wears his colors…”

Keshani steps forward respectfully, toying with her fingers, “I'm sorry but you won't be having breakfast this morning to avoid nauseousness when riding. I am strongly advising you not to eat or drink anything until we arrive at Aepolis.” I stare at her in both surprise and immediate understanding. I have never been on a dragon before. Up in the sky. It would be best for me to avoid anything that could embarrass me today. “Alright,” I nod stiffly. “Get me dressed then.” At once, the three of them start dressing me gently, step after step. The leather outfit clings to my body like glue. Like it was made only for my skin. Every curve of my body is tightly outlined, but not in a discomforting w

"I will wear this one." Cecilia looked pained. "That is the casual day dress, my Lady. You are meeting the Dragon King." "I am aware." I stepped into it. "Does he want a wife or a mannequin?" "My Lady…" "Rhetorical question, Cecilia." She helped me with the tie silently, which meant she was gathering herself for another attempt. I knew because she took a very specific kind of breath first. "He is said to be very particular," she tried. "About presentation. About..?"