Baju Dragon Novels & Stories

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.

Somehow the light cast perfect shadows that highlighted his high cheekbones and sculpted lips. If the gods that the Southern zealots believed in were real then he was definitely one of them. Everything about Zarek was masculine and hard, his body a walking masterpiece of flesh and bone. He was beautiful. A perfect specimen. She wanted him. Drawing in a shaky breath she removed her cloak and boots, dropping them to the floor. The more layers she removed the more confident she grew. If she, a human, could go toe to toe with a fully grown dragon then she could gather the nerves to be naked with a man.

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.

Bahala na ang dragon kung sisilip siya, magiging asawa ko din naman. Nang matanggal lahat ng suot ay isinuot ko na ang paunang white dress dahil walang bra at panty sa lugar nato kaya doble talaga ang mga suot. Nang maisuot ang huling white skirt ay isinunod ko na ang kulay brown na long dress. Corset style pala ang dress kaya nahirapan akong isara ang likod. "Hoy," tawag ko sa dragon pero hindi ito lumingon.

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.