Black Dragons Mc Novels & Stories

Her cry echoed ,mingling with the rising symphony of moans around her. On another bed, bathed in flickering torchlight, an intricate knot of bodies began to form. Two male slaves, one scarred and grey haired, the other younger, must be in his twenties, and cream haired, circled a dragoness with fiery orange hair. Qerev'nrys realized they weren't fighting over her, instead they were communicating with rough grabs and possessive growls at the dragoness's command.The grey drake seized her hips, spinning her to face the younger one.The cream haired slave grabbed the dragoness horns that had sprung out in excitement, forcing her head down towards his rigid cock. Simultaneously, the grey drake pos

Amelia POV Lord Wong was in a hurry. We went down three floors of garage space and turned into another tunnel. Next lift went deeper underground about hundred stories or so deep. We had several dragons here, and at times even the First Dragon would go to the Caves as we called them. The expansive space could easily accommodate about 100 dragons at the time, although I have never seen as many in one place. There were two juveniles with us, waiting to meet their made human. See, an interesting thing about dragons - they could be born/made three ways. The rarest dragons and most powerful are those born of two dragon shifter parents. I heard of some in the existence, but never met one. The pureb

The next few days passed uneventfully as everyone was waiting for the storm to come. The castle was unusually quiet, it was clear that everyone was waiting for some bad news. Alpha McBlaze had waged a war between dragons and werewolves. Dom had taken Y's foster sister, who happened to be his favorite plaything to torture over the centuries, and declared her under his protection. Dom knew the consequences but he couldn't let his mate be ruined like that anymore.

Behind her: the beating hearts of her people. Within her: the beating hearts of her children. Before her: the storm she could not run from. But up in the skies, it was Drakonios who became the fury of legend. The shadowdrake Malric had summoned was no ordinary beast—it was forged from curses and chained souls. Its wings were ragged sheets of darkness stitched with barbed enchantments. Its eyes burned a sickly green, and its scales shimmered like oil over bone. Drakonios met it in mid-air, flame trailing behind him, gold and white fire spiraling off his claws. His roar echoed across the valley, shaking snow loose from distant peaks.

The next morning after a sleepless night of tossing in bed unable to clear the thought of Ellie from her mind Stacy walked into the conference room where Mal, Ellie, Valaria and Drake were waiting, funnily enough Drake was a Dragon-shifter, he joined the Pack about a month ago after hearing of Dominic and Valaria’s mating, he was the son of the Ice Queen and a very devout follower of her teachings, but like most Dragons, he has a curious and rebellious nature, Drake’s particular rebellion of choice was to join The All Kinds Pack and become their advisor to all things Preternatural, beside Mal, Drake was the oldest being in the Pack, he had seen more Preternatural events than the entire Pack

I released a ragged breath, a tear escaping my left eye. "I. Said. Beg for it witch." His eyes reflected a dark shade of red, sending heat signals all over my body. I felt like a werewolf and he was my mate. He is the hunter and I'm the pray. But in the case he is a dragon and I am a witch... what an unlikely alliance we have. He rubbed my clitoris vigorously, his finger moving so fast... from tiny clitoris to the opening of my cunt, causing a higher frequency of lust and pleasure to arise in my body.

Dragon starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing faded Calavera tattoos, “Chain’s fine. Got a tension tool in my box. I’ll fix it antes de que (before) sundown.” Poking at the rusted exhaust, “Pfft. Tool ain’t magic, kid. And this exhaust? Sounds like a dying chupacabra.” Dru stifles a laugh. I shoot her a glare, but I'm trying to hide my own smirk with my beard. Dragon shakes his head, then glances up towards Dru on the porch, “¿En serio (Seriously) You think I’d let her hurt? I seen what happens when you don’t guard your crew.” Dragon rolls up his sleeve further, revealing a tattooed date—“2003–2019”—inked beneath the Calavera’s hollow eyes. The numbers curl like smoke from a prayer candle,

Three days later, Blackthorn Keep opened its gates for the Dragon Court Banquet. Every dragon lord was required to attend with his mate and swear loyalty before the Dragon King. Marcus had clearly spent more coin than taste preparing for it. The great hall had been remade in black and silver, with banners of the Black Dragon clan hanging from the pillars and two thrones raised at the far end of the room. One for the Dragon King and one for the Dragon Queen. Marcus entered with Clara on his arm. Clara wore a deep violet gown heavy with jewels, every piece chosen to remind the room that she was the woman Marcus had chosen.

That made Neo snort as he agreed with me. “That legend was started by my ancestors to keep the truth hidden. However, I would assume that Draxthi knows the truth if he’s holed up there. There are various types of dragons. The rarest and most powerful dragons are called Mystic Dragons. They were originally created by the union of a powerful elemental dragon and a powerful witch. The group of them, or thunder, was unique because the females of the lineage took after the witches while the males were dragons with access to magic. Mystics were highly sought after and hunted to near extinction. That area was where their sanctuary. It was hidden from outsiders. However, there was a traitor who desi

His jaw was clenched as he turned away from me and Sin stepped forward, lacing his fingers with mine. “It’ll be okay.” “You can’t promise me that.” I said, blinking my eyes to hold back the tears. Tears weren’t what was needed, I needed to be strong for my mates. For our flock. We followed Marcus into the living room, Louis was already there with two dragons that fit comfortably into the living room. It was strange to see him talking with two enormous fairytale creatures the way he was. His words were low and I couldn’t hear them. The large dark green almost black one dipped its head to him, its corn-flower blue eyes sparkled. It’s body bunched down before it launched itself into the sky, I