Demonic Dragon Novels & Stories

He'd done this. The urge to turn demonic seized him. Gritting his teeth he fought down the instinct, his body shaking with the effort. His muscles bulged and his fangs elongated, aching to tear and bite through his enemy. He slammed his fist into a pillar, the stone crumbling under the force. He could not afford to turn demonic now. Even if doing so would increase his strength, it would also seal his fate. Berserkers were the strongest among the demon clans, known for their brutality and aggression. When fully demonic their strength increased tenfold, their demonic form perfectly evolved to strike fear. He despised it, a growling and vicious monster.

He had short black hair and black eyes, a pair of dragon-like horns, a stoic countenance, a focused gaze, and a handsome face that was chilling without any unnecessary expression. Obviously a demon, his body had a lot of characteristics of a dragon type. His hands were sharp claws covered in tiny black scales, his legs were powerful hind limbs belonging to the dragon class, and even the side of his face had sporadic growths of black scales, and along with his steady breathing, the sharp scales slowly stretched out, displaying terrifying and raging power. Behind him, a long, thick tail with sharp barbs was sticking to the ground, swaying gently and cutting crack after crack into the hard surf

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

Her demeanor shows her awareness of her attractiveness and she reveled in it, turned her body slightly towards the doorway and positioned herself in a manner which shows her most attractive angle and pushed her ample chest, attracting even more lascivious attention. She tilted her head into a more seductive pose, strands of her hair partially hiding her eyes, unseen to everyone, the irises of her eyes which were dark, glowed dark red and a lighter shade around the pupils, giving an eerie feeling. She gave a low sinister chuckle. ************************************************************************************************

“Oh, my god…” The Dragon picks his pace pulling the chains that's got my nipples trapped. “Keep those eyes on me and whatever you do don't make a sound,” How can I possibly not make a sound when he's teasing my clit and finger-fucking me right now? As damn good as I'm feeling I bite back my moans and focus my gaze on his blue eyes that are still icy with anger. “If you hate Virgins so much then why are you still doing this to me?” My voice was normal until the end when I half moaned out the rest of my sentence and the dragon didn't look pleased that I even spoke at all.

Under it, we all remained safe until the shaking stopped. The worst was yet to come. An ancient, demonic force was surrounding us. It was beautiful. The lives of thousands of innocent people were poured into it. This beast was the soul eater. The Dragon demon had arrived. From the mouth of the cave, in the middle of the darkness, a pair of evil eyes flashed. From his nose, he exhaled black smoke. Suddenly, the gigantic figure moved. He was heading in our direction. As if pulled by a powerful magnet, the weapons of the horsemen of the apocalypse fell to the ground.

"He might be scary looking at first but I promise he will not hurt you. Also I would suggest keeping water nearby because he's made of hellfire and it might cause damage to the surrounding area. "Ok." I pull water from the stream nearby and place it in the ground around Damian, saturating it. I watch as his eyes change to red and his clothes light on fire. He starts to grow in height as flames start to flicker around him. Horns starting to grow out of his head as his skin and flesh burn off. He looked like a fantasy monster skeleton of some sorts. He was nothing but bones and fire, red and blue flames to be exact. Then out of nowhere, clothes formed around his lower half, his abdomen, and hi

There, he had found something amazing. Long, long ago, even before vampires or wolves existed, there were two dragons, Syrax, the dragon of fire, and Silver, the dragon of water and life. At this time, about ten thousand years ago, demons from the underworld were attacking and destroying the world while the dragons protected the humans.

She even heard and saw in her mind what seemed to be a huge black dragon roaring. The captain reigned his steed to move before answering. “It is what we call the demonic dragons flame, it is a common power that is inherited by those with Draconian blood in them,” he proudly states. “Is your prince the same?” she could not help ask, hearing some things about it from Soraya.