Baju Dragon Novels & Stories

My silver ponytail was held back by a matching purple headband, and my dragon-hide combat boots were a pristine, blinding white. “You’re really leaning into the ‘I don’t care’ aesthetic today, aren’t you?” Elara asked, gesturing to my headband while she aggressively buttered a piece of toast. “Most people are wearing dragon-hide and chainmail, and you look like you’re ready for a light jog through a meadow.”

Of course, as a cultivator, the female Poison Dragon also desired plenty of supreme-quality weapons and artifacts. The robe on Chase was made out of material she had never seen before. It could even shield the wearer from the most powerful attack from the three Fire Dragon spirit martyrs. Its quality was proven. By the looks of it, the robe looked like it could change its outlook with ease. If she wore it and gave it some tweaks, she would look even better than that rascal. Her eyes were filled with desire for it. The female Poison Dragon leaned into Lightning Dragon's arms. She said coquettishly, "I want that robe, hubby. Give it to me. You can do anything you want to me tonight."

"You are a Queen. Don't forget your pitiful dragon once you become the queen..." I huffed at Nova. The dress was one of a kind. It had a forest green sheath skirt with a black bodice and an overlaid open ball gown. The ball gown was black and gold, with intricate orange embroidery accented with shimmering crystals from Elyria. The embroidery on the bodice followed the breast bone. The gown was topped off by a coordinating shrug with a collar that encircled the neck like a choker. The color reminded me of Mateo's dragon, and the royal insignia.

Draco seized my phone when I regained consciousness. On this very day, I was dressed up by a renowned fashion designer who had brought my wedding gown all the way from Turkey. Draco invited her and even chose the color and design of the gown, a magenta coloured gown with a fish tail design at the back and an off shoulder style. He got a Spanish pair of suits for his son.

The young dragon princess decided to throw a little ball for her harem to spend the time. It was a game she used to enjoy when she was back at Dragons. She and her young maids dressed into different characters, and murmured sweet nothing to each other while dancing. Tonight, she picked out a long crimson dress that resembled the only female dragon King in Dragon history, the Fire Dragon. And she was sitting in her big luxurious armchair, watching, enjoying all those beautiful dances of her 12 gorgeous dragon maids. It was after 11 o’clock, when the thunder was blasting, the rain was crying and the wind was howling, the door of the mansion was pushed open.

her eyes drop to my chest that is already changing colors. “But you’re marked…” “And my father has already signed a contract with the jarl,” I pull myself to my feet. “Can you afford to pay the bride price?” It dawns on her that if she turns me over to the Temple, they will end up owing more than what the sacrifice payment will pay them. As I cover my mark, she moves to the dresses to find one that will hide the mark and the new bruises. This dress is one of the styles that the women of the Dragon Cult wear. I remember it from when I was marked. But they do not wear a shift under it. They wear it just as it is, displaying their marks with pride.

The dress is beautiful. Black silk with red and orange crystals at the bottom, made to look like flames crawling up the dress. It’s paired with a tiara of black iron. My hair is in an elaborate braid down my back and laced with small red stones. I smile at my reflection. The girl in the mirror is one I remember to be a fierce dragon warrior, one who would do anything to protect her family, but would do exactly as she was told. The perfect daughter.

she said. “I love you too, I should get downstairs and eat and then I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” I said to her. “You’re not coming over today?” she asked me sounding disappointed. “Not today, I’m not feeling quite myself yet,” I said to her. “What colour dragon did you get?” she asked her voice suddenly nervous. “Guess,” I said. “A violet one,” she said with a laugh. “Sorry to disappoint you,” I said. “Oh shit did you get an indigo one?” she asked me sounding almost disappointed.

The oldest of them bowed. “Your Majesty, we were assigned to help you bathe and prepare for the festival.” Draekon shook his head gently, somewhat thrown off by the casual display of nudity. On a normal day, he would have appreciated the sight. But not today. Not now, when the thought of a certain stubborn woman filled his mind. He was pathetic. “That won’t be necessary. I’ll take care of it myself.” They obeyed at once, leaving silently. After washing, Draekon put on the special clothes given to him. It was a long black coat with red designs that looked like flames. A dragon-shaped clasp held the collar in place.

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.