Chained Dragon Novels & Stories

Unconsciously, his hand slapped to his chest. He gripped the ancient family heirloom dangling from his neck. A long, thick rope chain with a yellow diamond—a replicate of a miniature version of a dragon egg—rested at the center of his chest. The chain had been a gift from his father at birth. Unlike most diamonds, the one from the Dragos house was shaped in the form of a dragon’s eye. He gasped as the shift to his animal swept through him. It had been so long—months—since he’d woken. The dragon had finally reappeared.

I guess tricks are for kids. I sit back, breathing my own air for the first time on what feels like hours. The truth in his words is hard to ignore. “You a masochist?” He chuckles. “Fire doesn't burn me. I'm a dragon. I eat that shit for breakfast. There's few people in this world like us, don't you think?” He pours me a drink. “If you're not the one, I'll move on. But I want to see. I want to see if you can handle it."

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

A male's cock sheath is his only vulnerability in dragon form. From the corner of my eye, I see Henry running and leaping over burning bodies. With a large club in his hands, he launches from the stairway and somehow manages to land on Drakon's back. It's my chance. Drakon spins and tries to dislodge him. I charge in low and avoid his tail. My forward momentum allows me to slide the last few feet to try to get under him.

Marshawn sneered, "We can talk about it after you survive this! Third Granny, it's your turn!" When he finished speaking, a reddish smoke with a fox's scent enveloped Marshawn. "I never thought a python would successfully transform into a dragon. What a surprise!" A huge fox emerged from the smoke, accompanied by a sharp, feminine laugh. Chad's eyes narrowed in surprise when he noticed the nine tails behind the fox. "A nine-tailed fox—Third Granny of the fox family!" Abruptly, the weakened Lord Fifth forced his appearance. His massive dragon body enveloped Chad as he spoke weakly.

​Following the instinct awakened by the ancient dragon, I drew in a massive breath of the scorching abyssal air mixed with the primordial blood in the water. The energy rushed into the empty space in my chest, swirling violently before condensing, hardening, and igniting. A brand-new, indestructible source of power flared to life within my frame—the very first core of dragon flame.

Almost like the promise of his touch was whispering, enchanting things to her body she could not understand. Rori licked her lips as she watched from her peripheral vision while Kristi and Mason both sought to stand and reach for her as she walked by, but Arthur and Max each recoiled the twin's affections, allowing Murdok to lead Rori to the head the table and pull out an enormous wood chair for her. Rori sat down and was pleasantly surprised when a cushion softer than anything she had ever rested on formed underneath her and seemed to almost increase itself in size to keep her at the appropriate height for the table. Murdok made a low groaning sound in his chest as he rounded Rori’s chair

She didn’t attend. Fuck! Mia might not even know where her stupid phone was. He should have given her a chain to attach the phone to herself instead of the swiss knife when she went for the camp. He thought and took a sip of the bitter drink. He almost gagged on it and remembered Anya drinking it in one shot. Again his thoughts were diverted to Anya. The way her soft body felt against his. The way he had found her screaming in her nightmare and how she had the whiskey first thing in the morning.

"You take so long, but it's okay…" "It's worth it, Ria ..." "It was all paid off, even I'll be chained to death waiting for you ..." I stared at him and stroke his hair bad. He smiled like his usual perpetual scowl. Watching me in an alluring way, painful. His eyes were bloodshot as I saw how tears rolled down his cheeks. "It's only you…" "You're more than enough, Ria…" My lips irk there to smiled at him in an oozing way. I nod as we both were in tears reading Ambre's hand written. "After all, we are chained to dust…"

Kruz was the only one who didn’t partake in this conversation, he was agitated and restless, his eyes were refusing to make eye contact with anyone. I even noticed him glaring at Clara from time to time. Wasn’t hehappy that his alpha king was finally going to enjoy his freedom? As for me, I wanted to celbarte but I was still linked to him. What if after the link breaks and I realize I hate them how my mother did, then what? He had linked me to himself and I remember feeling so betrayed, what if that anger comes to life after the link breaks? What if I despise them for making our coven’s life miserable, then what?