Beautiful Fantasy Dragons Novels & Stories

I could feel something moving through me, an attraction that I hadn’t felt before. Sure, he was tall, dark, and handsome. His cheekbones were high and his body looked like something that had been molded by the gods. It didn’t explain why a part of me wanted to lay my head down against him. To rub my cheek against his scarred chest, press my lips against those four ragged lines. “I’m a dragon and I've claimed you as my mate.” I didn’t say anything to him, I didn’t know what that meant. A dragon, that I was his mate. How was I supposed to respond to that?

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab

Its breath set coals blaze and flames dart from the mouth. Dragons have different sizes and shades. Perun created red dragons, white dragons( also known as ice dragons or glacial wyrms), gold and copper dragons, silver, black and green. All of them have their tasks to protect mother nature but who ruled the best? No other than the Red Dragons lead by their Queen Astra. ~~~~~~~~ "Who among you here have a strange malady? Gather all the weak and old dragons in front of me!" Everyone peeks glances at each other when their queen made a command.

Giants of extraordinary size moved about the land— some carrying goods, some tending fields, others strolling in groups… It was a world overflowing with life— nothing like the grim, hellish place the elders of the Vanir had described. And they had never seen golden-winged dragons before. Their tribe only knew of golden phoenixes. These dragons were larger… and more beautiful… than they had ever imagined. “We’ve been deceived all these years.” Frigg stepped forward unwillingly— only to have her wrist suddenly seized. Irritated, she shook it off. “Don’t grab me. We need to sneak in—quickly.” But the sensation was wrong. What held her was not a hand— it felt like a warm slab of stone.

She had drawn only her brother and a house next to a river which was full of fishes. "So many fishes Anya!" "Yes, dada. We can go fishing every day and eat a lot of fish. We won't need to pay so you don't have to work so hard to earn money." 17 year old Palash laughed himself silly. "It doesn't work this way shona (an endearment in the Bengali language which means 'as precious as gold'. Used for sweetheart). Nothing is free in this world." "I don't like this world" "Don't you like your dada?"

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read A Baby for the Dragon. This book is a breeder kink one and has some talk of infertility with the main female lead but will result in a pregnancy for our dragon and his mate. There will be tons of unprotected sex and lots of dirty talk, the sex will be super graphic and if that’s not something you enjoy that’s okay. There are plenty of other books out there for you, just maybe not this one.

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.

She was hopeful that they would get back to her soon. All of the Mystic dragons were huge! They had a good ten feet on the other dragons. Kalamar’s silver dragon was some thirty-fucking-feet long. He radiated a powerful fucking aura. Holy shit. That was something special. He was the rightful ruler who would take the throne after all of this was said and done. I would expect no less. “I’ve been wanting to try something,” Beauty told me as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Hmm. What would that be?” I murmured, pecking those luscious lips of hers.

Those eyes burned like an unquenchable flame, testing her patience and scrutinizing her every move. Dragon sat beside his wife, Olivia, who exuded confidence and satisfaction as she spoke to him in a calm tone. His sleek black hair and sharp gaze made him resemble a meticulously crafted statue. Yet, what truly set Dragon apart was the commanding aura that surrounded him—a power that demanded either respect or fear. Jenny, on the other hand, wore a simple dress that highlighted her natural beauty, her wavy hair and green eyes giving her a captivating, understated charm.

Nessa said pointing to a painting of a Chinese water dragon she had hanging on the cave wall. “Black scales? I know of only one dragon with black scales. That is Fafnir, he became the king of all dragons after his father sacrificed himself to create our world. Unless I am mistaken, which I must admit, is almost never” Al’ik said stroking her chin. “Now that I have something to go on for wound though I read the healing texts and there is only one way to heal such a wound, treating it requires you to be awake, and it will be painful. I will have to stich all broken muscle fibers and tendons back together manually using magic weave.”