Baju Dragon Novels & Stories

All four of them were great masters! The Azure Dragon was a skinny looking middle-aged man who had a green dragon tattooed on his neck. Although he sat quietly and did not speak much, his strong aura was hard to dismiss. The Vermillion Peafowl was a woman in her thirties which caused Darryl’s eyes to brighten the moment he laid eyes on her. She was dressed in a burgundy long dress with dark red hair which nicely complemented her alluring body and appearance. However, an air of danger lingered around her presence which made her seem dangerous to approach just like an enchanting snake.

Iris was being unusually silent and Clara noticed that, so she sent the other two girls away to prepare themselves and take a look at the ritual preparations. Once they were gone, Iris sighed and passed a hand on her skirt to remove the nonexistent creases. Her dress was a traditional Dragon bride skirt up to her knees and a long foliage-based top that was wrapped around it to cover her breasts. Despite being foliage-based, everything was super-comfy, yet Iris felt like her skin itched as her nerves felt electrified.

She is a vision. The maids depart quickly, leaving us alone with one another. They had somehow managed to clean, detangle, and dry her hair so that it sets around her shoulders in long, loose curls which are pulled up and away from her face by diamond studded combs. Matching earrings hang from her ears but around her neck rests the carnelian dragon that I had gifted her so many weeks ago. The dress they had refitted for her is of fine but simple silk taffeta in a deep eggplant color that makes her natural deep tan skin glow. Her heeled leather books add inches to her height, not quite bringing her eye to eye with me, but giving her the air of a dragon, enhancing her already otherworldly beau

He then headed downstairs to see his half-sister, Rina, the dragon princess. Under the violet hue of dusk, Rina sauntered gracefully among the fluttering petals. She was tall and voluptuous. A fountain of silver hair fell to her waist. She wore a white gown, the hem of the dress dancing in the cold breeze. It was the finest fabric available in the Dragon Kingdom, light as air.

Grazing my hand across my lips. My clothes soaked in water drools from my skin. I felt cold despite the warmth. I let my wardrobe wide open. I slid my hands between those clothes. Looking for what to wear. My eyes hardly scanned through each. They looked new. Dravon already put them there. Red, blue, purple, yellow and all other stunning colours were arranged in the wardrobe. All kinds of dress dragon likes. He mentioned he loved seeing me in colorful dresses. It sent shockwaves through my heart. Dravon is using another Method to draw me closer.

The dragon looked towards me as he watched them putting the suit on me closely. "I am a type of elemental dragon- a water dragon," he told me simply. "If you want to be more specific then that, I'm a sea dragon," he hummed out and then rolled over onto his back, looking at his claws. "We specialize in controlling water and some forms of weather, and we're useful when fires start because of us. We can easily put out what we started if we desire. My coin named me Ross when I hatched, and since then, he's been mine and Sera's. Sera is mine as well." He flipped back onto his stomach and then got to his feet, stalking up to me. "If I like you... I might accept you and let you become part of my tr

Alice pouted, while trying to smooth her hair back into place. ''Well, I won't give up,'' Catori said. ''Good, now. In order to transform, you have to concentrate. Imagine that you are one with your dragon, picture what it looks like and when you can grasp a clear picture, imagine yourself becoming your beast.'' ''But I don't know what my dragon looks like.'' ''Just imagine a dragon, or what you think it would look like.'' Catori did as Rydstorm said. She closed her eyes and immediately she was back in the dark room.

Mare stared at her reflection in the mirror. Dragon descendants. She was of dragon birth. All Baryns were of dragon birth yet the men of Kronos claimed the same. What kind of test would the king put them through to reveal the truth or lies of their words? Hegi’s hand came to rest on her slim shoulders, a proud smile on his face at his handiwork. He had rubbed scented oil into her skin to smoothen it and the result was a bright glow. Her hair had been oiled and allowed to fall loose down her back. But even her long tresses did nothing to hide her back exposed by the shimmering white gown. It was long and flowy with exposed sides held together by thin gold chains. The straps of the gown were t

The legends didn't do him justice - the Dragon God was even more beautiful in person. Staring at him, I could tell that beneath his perfect exterior, there lies a hidden strength just waiting to be unleashed. The Dragon God’s eyes glowed with a fierce crimson red, and his cropped black hair moved as if blown by the wind. The spikes along his fingers and arms appeared sharp and menacing, but he seemed like he could retract them with ease. If it weren't for the black pants he had on, he would have been fully nude, his muscular torso with the finest of hairs on full display.

The reason she was named Angel was due to the fact that her Dragon was an Angel Aura quartz color. We hadn’t changed her name when she shifted for the first time. Unlike other Dragons, she had also been born with a Dragon Stone, which was the Angel Aura quartz. The Stone was beautiful, with a white base and a mixture of iridescent colors. She was the most beautiful Dragon that I have ever seen. Depending on how the light hit her, her coloring would shimmer with a colorful aura. The Stone had been named correctly because whenever I saw it, she looked like an Angel.