Dragon And Cat Novels & Stories

It made him panic. Darryl cracked a smile when he noticed White Tiger King’s flustered expression. "White Tiger King, this is called the Trap Dragon Thorn. These Trap Dragon Thorns were specially invented by humans to deal with the Green Dragon clan. Once being stabbed, any powerful dragon will inevitably lose the ability to fly. I believe it is very painful. Even the Green Dragon clan could not bear the torture of the Trap Dragon Thorn. Would you like to try it?” Darryl said slowly to make himself clear as he had a relaxed expression on his face.

She's my best friend and she's a water dragon. Nymphe hugs Ryan and cries. - I'm so grateful to you and happy. You succeeded where I failed. You saved Hanna. - Nymphe, you couldn't have done anything. I was the one who was silly. I never should have believed that a horse would appear out of nowhere on this island. Nymphe kissed Ryan's flushed cheek and back two feet. - These are Dalkor and Valdar, they are fire dragons and they are a couple. Ryan is surprised, they are both men. He smiled with a slight bow.

“Your parents, along with a few other likeminded individuals were working on cross breading species. It’s not a new concept, animals cross bread all the time but it’s not something we had ever actively forced previously. They were working with a dragon and a Kumat. Dragons are one of the strongest beasts in our world, their scales are almost impenetrable, their eyesight is second to none and of course they can fly but they are controlled by their baser instincts, instincts to feed and protect themselves and their young which often makes them unpredictable, they are solitary and insular and wont be trained, they also tend to be somewhat violent towards people whenever we have tried to domesti

I sat down and ate my dinner like normal. "Maybe it is a good thing that the moon goddess gave me a mate that can stand her own. She will make a nice queen" Muzzor my dragon interjects. Yes, just like werewolves do our dragons speak to us. They are a personality all on their own. Sometimes it can be annoying. "Buzz off. You don't know what you are talking about." "No, you buzz off. I have sat back and listened to you for far too long. You may not want her as a mate, but I do. I do not like the way you treat her. You are going to make her hate us."

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

I'm not crazy about everyone knowing that my powers, but I know that any ally of our pack is safe. Saige is going crazy in my head when I start smelling the most delicious smell. It smells like sandalwood and mint. I was lost in that scent when the most beautiful dragon I have ever seen lands in our wood line, lets off two children, and after getting dressed approaches us. The man is an Adonis! He has jet-black hair, the most gorgeous emerald green eyes I have ever seen, and he towers over me! The man must be close to seven feet tall! He's tall enough and wide enough to wrap himself around me at least a couple times. Saige keeps saying, "MATE! MATE! Move closer to mate!" I said, "I can't! He

someone else complimented. "Don't you think she is too beautiful to hold a sword with her delicate hands and kick those bandits ass like she just did?" One of the young Dragon said dreamily. "Careful, if the king hears your words, then he will kick your ass for dreaming about his mate like this" some other young dragon joked. "But damn, I want a mate like her. Beautiful, smart, and lethal. What a combination" some other young dragon wished. The other dragons laughed at his words.

I released a ragged breath, a tear escaping my left eye. "I. Said. Beg for it witch." His eyes reflected a dark shade of red, sending heat signals all over my body. I felt like a werewolf and he was my mate. He is the hunter and I'm the pray. But in the case he is a dragon and I am a witch... what an unlikely alliance we have. He rubbed my clitoris vigorously, his finger moving so fast... from tiny clitoris to the opening of my cunt, causing a higher frequency of lust and pleasure to arise in my body.

He just laughs making Mitalonys growl. “Now why would that happen?” “Dragons don’t like being locked up,” I snarl. His eyes widen in shock making me smirk. “So, you’re a dragon then,” he growls and suddenly the room is empty. I yell in frustration and bang my fist against the door. Damn it Mitalonys!!! How could you tell him! I snarl, furious with my dragon for making me confess. He would figure it out eventually, besides, even though he knows you are a Fire dragon, he doesn’t know that you are a Fury dragon, he reasons.

With a swift motion, I clenched a fistful of their armor and catapulted both soldiers into the onlooking crowd. A growl escaped me and I lunged at the commander, teeth bared and claws elongated. Claws? When did I get claws? The thud of a blunt weapon impacting my skull brought me crashing to the ground face first. A pair of muddy boots filled my blurring vision. The murmur of voices could be heard addressing the crowd.