Baju Dragon Novels & Stories

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.

I leaned back against the lip, my fingertips in the water to soak out the gore that had collected beneath the nails, and closed my eyes, letting the heat ease sore muscles. “You have discovered the increase of monster activity for yourself then,” Aurien observed. I heard the proprietor’s wife gasp: “My king.” I opened an eye. “You’re dressed.” The fabrics were suited to the king of Vienthrey, the muslin of the shirt fine enough to be almost sheer, the trousers tucking into boots that were un-scuffed and finely tooled. The clothing was too light for the weather outside, but typical of the dragon, who did not feel the cold. His hair was loose but brushed and shone in the firelight. A magnifice

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.

And I’m meant to be happy after he tortured me? So instead, I remain silent as they show me the clothing. They are in the styles of the Dragon Kingdom, tiny fabrics, wrap skirts either showing one leg or both, many are sheer with attached underwear and tiny tops. Some I wouldn’t even call clothes… I glance down at my arms. I’m almost fully healed. There’s a dull ache in my lower legs which might take another day or so, but I am recovering far faster than I thought I would. I look up suddenly, remembering the package Mom had given me. I stride to the drawers and look through the items I have brought with me. There isn’t much, and I am able to look through them quickly, but it’s not here!

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.

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.