Coiling Dragon Novels & Stories

Quintus urgently reminded, “We need to go all out. These are that young man’s Primordial Spirits. They’re likely stronger than the Daeclon Mahayana. Should we become ensnared, our demise is certain.” As he spoke, the cauldron above Quintus's head began to spin rapidly, emitting countless strands of purple-blue light that converged into nine strands. They merged directly into the nine ice dragons that were entwined with one of the black dragons, causing them to swell to three times their size, their roars intensifying, their power tripling instantly. Despite the relentless onslaught, the black dragon maintained its ferocity, and its roars were accompanied by violent thrashing. However, they s

Xavier shouted and the knights moved quickly and used a harpoon with chains to seal the dragon on the ground and to immobilize it. The dragon looked like a chain mummy. Xander, Sussie, and I didn't waste any time and used earth magic to get us to a higher ground. We started creating magma balls, they're the compressed fire magic I created when we first fought the dragon, just a little bigger and upgraded. I named it, if it's cringey, I don't care. It's hard to think of cool names. We aimed for the dragon's throat. Why the throat? Why not it's heart? The fire breathing happens on it's throat. Its heart is covered with thick steel like scales while the throat not so much and I would very much

The one my mother told about in the story. Seeing the diamond graffiti written in dark red liquid on its temple, I know it was that dragon. The vetrik Jihn drakon. Its chest began to appear red as if the beast swallowed tons of coals on its throat. Its eyes glowed dark while its huge snout began to open in what seemed to be prepared to release something.

Waiting, suspended in perfect, utter stillness. They hear it, then: a quiet, but unmistakable crack. It is surreal and strange and unlike any animal egg Brandon has ever known before, to witness. A baby dragon does not chip away repeatedly at the shell of its egg like all other creatures do, he learns, then. It does not feebly peck at the shell to crack it in bits and pieces, nor does it struggle to clamber out of its egg thereafter with unsteady legs. No, Brandon learns. A baby dragon, as young as it may be, is nonetheless a dragon.

kill her. She opened her eyes and saw the creature looking back at her. He didn't look angry anymore. Then, the Princess looked down. The dragon's cock was fully erect. She felt an instant fire building inside of her. Somehow she knew that this thick and long appendage was designed for her; it was a primal instinct that had been dormant all of her life. This was her true destiny! Before Anais's astonished eyes, the Princess crawled closer to the dragon and delicately grabbed his cock, like the most cherishable gift she had ever received. She looked at it for a moment and then licked it with a little hesitation; not because she didn't want to do it but because she wanted to do it right. The

It was the place where she felt she belonged, now and forever. "You know, in old times, and I mean old times like before my parents… Middle Ages, and even before that, there was a handful of cases when dragons were mated to other species. Plus, there is something about pure dragon couples that makes them infertile for the better part of the century. That's partly the reason why there's so little of us in the world. And most of the living dragons are now very old. Some of them never had kids…

I hate virgins, they cling and follow you around like a lost puppy which is why when I started the Dragon list I swore I'd never touch a virgin yet here I was watching Ms Jackson while she tried so hard not to roll her to the back of her head. “Eyes on me,” She looks up at me through her lashes. The smell of her arousal floods my nostrils. I clench my jaw and tighten the clamp around her nipples and she moans the sounds like music to my ears and makes me want to do things to her that the dragon doesn't do to women. When I created the dragons list I wanted to make every woman's fantasy come true and trust me I've had some crazy requests. I've never under any circumstances said no but the drag

Not in a thousand centuries. My hands dance along the hard yet brittle shells of my little ones and I watch in joy and amazement as little lights within shine in response--Three new celestial dragons, each one unique, curled up inside their temporary confinement, their small talons stretching to touch the walls, so close to emerging. Any moment now they’ll begin tapping on the shells, forcing their little clawed hands outward as they press, kick, and bite their way out.

We’d have to use some other form of magic. When the female lifts her body, I begin counting. She begins a loud keening sound and the huge white dragon turns his head to croon at her. The eggs are tucked relatively close together. I have to stop and start counting several times while the female shifts and moves, careful not to step on her eggs. When I finally count the ones that are there, I smile. Twenty. There are twenty eggs, including the strange one that looks like it’s encased in glass. That’s enough for all of our ranked members and even our chosen elite to have a dragon. And she’s not even done yet. She’ll have at least twenty-one by the time she’s finished.

He is sure this beauty is one among many, who dies to flaunt their figure in front of men to make them drawl all over themselves. He snorted at that thought. After a minute, he heard the shower going on in the bathroom. He is a powerful aqua blue dragon. The legend says that there was only one such dragon in the past few centuries and he is the second. He can conceal himself in plain sight. No matter how powerful a person is, they cannot detect his presence unless he specifically wants them to.