Death Dragon Novels & Stories

They aren't rich or powerful enough to show up there, to fight for a share of the resources there, so this was their best and only option. Xasha did not know what was happening outside, nor did he care what random people had to say. A lot had happened over the last two years that he considered way more important. His Storm Dragon egg hatched, it was a beautiful green baby dragon, he had 4 arms, 4 wings and a long tail that looked like a snake but with metal spikes protruding from its back and running the length of his body. He was around 40 meters tall and looked as majestic as the king of the world.

He expected thinness, weakness, the scatter of a broken, leaderless circle. What he found instead made the cavern quake. The Circle was whole. The Circle was alive. The Circle was merged with something else. Something vast. Something powerful. Something draconic. Sereth inhaled so sharply the air crackled. “A dragon,” he hissed. “A dragon has bonded with it?” No. Not quite. A dragon had bonded with her. And she had bonded with the Circle. Sereth’s heart, the ancient thing that had not beat in centuries shuddered once, then again, then began beating steadily, painfully, powerfully. “A fusion,” he whispered. “Impossible. Forbidden. Perfect.”

“Who presents this newest member to the pack?” Richard asked as he stood on the dais. The pack members were all seated at the tables and I stood next to Kiran. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack,” he answered. “Present your member to the pack,” Richard said to him. “I present Levi Montgomery Sinclair, son of Georgina Sinclair, taken at the age of two and raised human and unaware, born of the Southern Alaskan pack under Female Alpha Georgina Sinclair,” Kiran said.

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"

it rumbled. The copper-colored slanted pupil eyes that matched her scales stared at Isabelle for a long time and made it feel like ants danced along her skin. “I think not. Wait outside the chamber if you must, but you will not like our discussion.” With a snapping of teeth that made Isabelle jump, the first dragon turned and scraped its body out of the opening and stomped away. “I’m D'Kohralx Vorian Churgo Desmonda.”

she asked just to be sure. “Yes I’m sure mum”. VVVVV Inside the safety of his room, he locked his door and peeled of his wet clothes tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bathroom. He closed it also and turned his back to the mirror and took a picture. The cobra, a huge contrast to his white skin. Ink black all curled up and baring his fangs. He had always been fascinated with snakes and not just snakes. Any animal that was poisonous. Always wanted to know how their toxins worked on predator and prey. Others found it weird, but his father was proud of his curiosity.

My sister sired numerous children – she enjoyed creating them and enjoyed the creativity aspect of it, enjoyed being a mother and loved each of them fiercely and dearly. Some of her children were a paradox in existence too, like her water dragons, which really were not supposed to exist, like ancient sharks and monsters – but she loved them, nevertheless. I allowed her water dragon creation – Thalia was by far my closest sibling, in fact my favorite – and I could not deny her pretty much anything. I knew some of the most ferocious monsters of this world were water dragons, even though dragons that walked the earth were blamed for most of the destruction. Yet, if one of her dragons was in a b

"He taught the younger dragon all about how pleasure can come from the pain. Taught the younger dragon how to crave it, how to need it so badly that he couldn't control his dragon without it." I sucked in a breath as he scooted back motioning for me to stand up, his hand moving over the curves of my hips. The slight bulge of my stomach, "One day the older dragon met a devil, and he decided he wanted another pet. By this time though, the older dragon had woman with him. She was beautiful and the young dragon was very taken with her."

The pack members of Alpha Leeno have been in a panic not knowing where to hide. The golden flying dragon, was in an obvious rage as it spitted more fire once again. Gerthel’s attention was caught by the golden dragon that was spitting fire at that moment. Outright, Gerthel’s heart knew who was the golden dragon. It was Boss Dar. Her mate, who she knew now to be a hybrid one too - A werewolf and a dragon at the same time. Gerthel’s heart pumped so hard with excitement but was suddenly interrupted when she heard the commotion made by Alpha Leeno’s pack members. Gerthel made a move to save the innocent pack members of Alpha Leeno. With Gerthel’s one chant, Alpha Leeno’s body floated more into t

The whole place was a boiling pot of screams and sorrow. Drake neared the black throne of his father in his demon form. A large goat-like figure with horns. Something like that could easily equal the strength of a dragon, Drake thought to himself. It had been a while since Drake let his demon side out on full display. Living among humans didn’t let him indulge in such pleasures anymore.