Dragon And Cat Novels & Stories

I look up when I hear a hiss. The cats and the dragon get along for the most part, but they are still little demons. Initially, I was skeptical of the dragon, but he never left Iyrandi’s side, so he has my approval. The more that want to help protect my princess, the better. “You are ridiculous.” Sienna states.

Aarya (contd) My heart pounded in my chest as I witnessed the awe-inspiring sight of a massive... dragon soaring majestically through the sky. Its immense size and power were overwhelming, its scales glistening like polished obsidian in the afternoon sunlight. Its eyes burned with a fierce intensity that pierced through the chaos on the ground below. The sight left me breathless, struggling to comprehend the reality of what I was seeing. “Is that a fucking dragon?” Kat exclaimed, her mouth agape in shock. I shared her disbelief; the sight of actual dragons was something I never thought I’d witness.

He flew a few meters to the back, ROOOAR! The wind dragon charged at the fire dragon and her fangs bit down on the fire dragon’s neck. It happened too fast. Macchiato had miscalculated and failed to understand what had just happened. GRRROOOOOAARRR! The fire dragon shrieked, the dragon threw its head to the back. Blood started to spurt out of its neck. The wind dragon claw’s stabbed through the blood. Her claws were clutching onto the fire dragons’ neck.

The three men trudge up the stairs. The group meets up in the Alpha's office. Luke makes himself comfortable on the couch. Jones is content to stand in the corner while Matias and Diana make themselves comfortable behind his desk. "ALPHA!" One of the pack warriors runs in. "A dragon is here. He is insisting on talking to Beta Liam!" Diana straightens her back. "Did the dragon happen to give his name?" The wolf guard nods. "Yes, he said he was a Celtic Dragon of Fertility. Goes by Drogo." Diana's eyes beam in hope. "Show him in at once."

What kind of dragon are we? ''The type that can move mountains, rain fire on our enemies. Drain the deepest oceans and destroy any land. We are as gentle as a butterfly, but still mightier than one hundred thousand dragons. We are the daughter of Nightwing and Catoriana. Their bond is what makes us stronger than anyone of our species.'' "Ok, but that still doesn't answer the type of dragon we are. Do you breathe fire? Or maybe you can control water.'' There was a laughing sound.

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

I stare at Dakota who is looking at anywhere but at me. My heart begins to race in my chest as the urge grows. This feeling dictates that I have found my mate. But, it's wrong. Dakota can't be my mate. I've known her since she was a child. It doesn't make sense that I am feeling the bond now. It just isn't possible. 'Mate' Orin, my dragon growls in my head and I freeze. "Kota!" We both turn in the direction of Dale's voice. He's panting as he runs towards us.

I repeated, hoping that he would tell me he was just kidding and we could laugh about this one day. “Yes, Andreena. I am a dragon and you are my mate.” Mate? What did that mean? Was it like how animals mated or was it what he had meant when he said that he had claimed me and I belonged to him? “You are mine.” He drawled out in that same rasping tone. The way that he said it, like there was no room for argument, like it was just something that I should already know. “Dragons aren’t real and I’m not yours.” I whispered, shaking my head.

I set her cello case down in front of him and told her to secure her cat while I shifted. She came over and rubbed my dragon's nose before I nudged her towards my leg so she could use it to get up. When she climbed onto my dragon’s back and settled between my spikes, she laughed softly, breathless. “I’ve never done anything like this,” she said. My dragon grumbled in agreement as we'd never had a rider before either. But having her secured on our back calmed my dragon. Protect. Home. I agreed. We lifted into the sky together.

Nobody in their right mind would call this kitty-fucking-cat a dragon. "He was so damn angry with me, and he is petting you?” I frowned. I was kind of jealous of my own freaking dragon. “Don’t be bratty, Vera. It is not becoming,” my dragon said with a huff before she finally unwrapped her tail from around him. He looked hesitant and I could see his beautiful green eyes looking at her with gentle adoration. "About time. Now, let’s get the hell out of here before he calls the guards and really sends us to the dungeon,” I said with a frown. She huffed before she walked towards the window. For something so big, she was so agile and graceful. My dragon.