Dragel Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

, he brought a glass and handed it over to her and poured wine for her. “Thank you”, she said with a smile, she looked on at him with anticipation. “You are yet to see me become one with my favourite element, water”, he cleared his throat and bowed, “I am Lord Drago Mire”, he said in a thick funny accent, “I am a magician”, he bowed again. When he stood upright, he glared at her, “This is the point where you clap Raisel, haven’t you been to shows?” She laughed, “I’m so sorry Dragomir”, she stood to her feet and gave him a standing ovation, “Are you happy now?”

My claws… my dragon claws. Death… he dies… my claws ripped into his skin like it was nothing but warm butter, and I watched with horrific glee as his blood spurted and spilled out, coating the ground around me. Haris fell to his knees, then to the ground in the green pool, his eyes rolled back. With one last death rattle, the Draygon was dead. Still, the voice did not let me go. A roar flew out of my mouth conjured up from the depths of my soul. My bones cracked, giving away to the beast inside of me.

I’m too busy watching Opal’s magic swirling around her, green particles visible to my eyes. “What the hell is Opal up to?” I mutter. “I have no idea,” Drake replies, advancing carefully. I follow him on my toes, but he stops me, pulling me behind him. I glare at him. “Stay back, you could get hurt,” he says. His words sting, reminding me of the loss of my wolf, but I know he’s right, so I stay put. Drake’s warm magic surrounds him as he approaches Opal. His hand shifts, sprouting claws and golden dragon scales as he slashes through the magical circle, dispelling it. Opal gasps for breath, looking like herself again, free from the daze of the spell.

They lay curled together panting enjoying the feel of each other's bodies sated, ‘How very quaint’ Draco’s voice invaded her mind again and she found she could not move, he gave a harsh laugh, ‘You will not be allowed to waste your time cuddling when you become my mate Silver Wolf. No, you will be too busy pleasuring me, it takes more than a couple of fucks to satisfy my big boy’ She struggled to throw him out of her mind but she could not move he held her using his dark magic, ‘Let me show you what you will do for me’

' I screamed and gritted my teeth. "You won't be able to use your powers. Not with silver and wolfsbane in your system. You know, for someone who has heightened senses and an intelligent mind, you sure are stupid and slow to not see this coming. You're too easy." He laughed wickedly at the end. Tears formed in my eyes and I grunted in pain when I moved. I looked up at him. "Why??" I whispered with a weak voice as my vision started to blur. "Wh-why are y-you doing th-this. Harry? Why are you with Dylan? He's a traitor and a bastard!"

And soon he had her floating up in the sky with him. “How so easy was this,” Drakes arrogantly stated with an evil smirk while staring down at the Alpha rogues Kings, as their wolves howled for their mate whom he was now floating with up in the clouds. “Why can I not move!” Ariel shouted at him while looking downwards with her heart racing as they went higher. For is she had been able to move, she would have beat the lights out of him until he returned her back to the ground. “You are affected by one of my spells, paralysis of course.: Drakes replied her, enjoying the look of distress of her face. For if he wanted, he could just make his mist let go and have her drop dead to the ground. She

Third Person POV "Hazel!" "Hey, Hazel , can you hear me?" Draven shouted; he stood up from the altar at the silver light that slowly faded and rushed towards her. She carried her up and checked her pulse; it was moving but very slowly, almost not there. He turned to Sara, who sat down in a chair, breathing heavily; she had removed her cloak and other enchantments and wore simple attire. "Sara, what the hell's happened to her?" He demanded.

Parents collapsed to the ground, weeping and sobbing uncontrollably, as if every scrap of strength had drained from them in a single breath. Morpheus watched it all in silence, finding it nothing but absurd. For such a twisted, madhouse of a family, he had driven his own betrothed into an early grave. He let out a sigh, gave the priestess instructions for the follow?up, then turned and strode past the three of them, sobbing on the floor. Suddenly, a scar?covered dragon claw locked around his ankle with a death grip, Aithne’s talons almost puncturing his skin.

I could drink his cum three times a day for a hundred years and beg and plead and worship at her feet and still not be worthy of their forgiveness. ‘I’m still mad at you! If you fucked this up, I might just turn my back on you and never shift or lend you my powers again,’ Drelduin huffs in my head. ‘Neither of them has a dragon for you,’ I sigh. ‘It doesn’t matter. I feel your pleasure and I can always take over,’ he reminds me. I finish my shower and step out to grab a towel and get dressed in sweat pants for bed.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te