Dragon And Human Love Story の小説・ストーリー

A roar rattled the mountains, shaking the ash from the trees and throwing her to the ground. Elara’s blood screamed in recognition. Something deep, old, raw. Her grandmother had whispered stories of a time when humans and dragons shared blood, a bond lost to greed, betrayal, and magic forbidden. She had told them stories to scare children. But as the dragon landed, molten fire licking its claws, she knew the truth. And she knew she was the only one who could survive him. ⸻

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." Louis motioned for me to sit back down as he trailed his hands lower, skimming his fingers along my hips as he moved back grabbing my foot and pulling it up so I had to lean back. "The young dragon and the woman had fallen in love, she wasn't a dragon but he didn't care. I loved her." His eyes met mine and it was like the story he was telling fell away, "I loved her and I couldn't keep her safe." "Louis-"

he said, taking a sip of the coffee after checking its temperature with the curve of his lip. Miracle nodded. "Once upon a time, humans worshipped dragons. Every year, they'd write wishes on mulberry papers and tie them to magnolia flowers on the God of Dragons' birthday. But things started to change because of a tragedy..." She held her breath. "A forbidden love story between a fallen angel and a celestial dragon torn everything apart. It was a rule set ages ago that beings from two different realms weren't allowed to get close to one another. But the two of them met and couldn't free themselves from the trap of love."

“I want you to be my first, my only, lover.” I’ve heard the possessive growl of the other dragons. I’m pretty sure that mine rivals any of theirs. “Are you sure, Emmi?” “I’m sure,” she says, pulling her shirt over her head and dropping it on the ground. I lean down and take her mouth, pulling her against me as I pour my love and passion into the kiss. She needs to know what she’s getting into. A dragon loves more deeply than a human could ever imagine. When she clings to me, whimpering with need, I press my forehead against hers.

As his cold breath fondled her neck, he smiled wickedly, sensing her discomfort. He continued his story. "After thousands of years, the Emperor decided the dragons should marry and gave each of us a bride. but finding our bride is a trial. Our brides are mortals, reborn every human life cycle. We don't like mortals, so most of us, do not care to look for her." Jin An grimaced, scoffing softly, "Good. Let me go."

The king grunted noncommittedly. "You know dear, a dragon would be quite an asset to our army," Ishild said quietly, her voice whispering across the room. The king turned a curious glance at her. "Udril had to create a dragon, whereas we have one here to do our bidding." She continued, her cold face impassive as she glanced at Elric. "I will not use my son as a pawn," the king growled back at her, the first spark of emotion showing in his voice. She smirked.

’ I asked taking a sit beside him while drowning his half glass of liquor. A mischievous smile appeared on his face as his eyes flickered to my lips and back to my eyes. ‘Since ancient times, love between dragons and other creatures was forbidden. A dragon and other creatures cannot procreate a normal healthy offspring, any offspring born would be an evil creature in the nearest future as a dragon hybrid instinct would be to kill even from a tender age, so it was frowned upon to avoid this problem. But of course, there will always be those who disobey the laws of the gods.

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

But one thing was certain, Astrid had freed him from the shackles of magic that tormented and drained his energy. A human had saved Draco. Even though humans nearly wiped out the dragon race, making Draco the only last dragon alive today. Draco hated humans. He didn't believe in a cunning and vicious creature called a human. However, the female human before him was different. This woman sympathized with his pain. This woman cared for him. This woman freed him from suffering. This woman was a human.

He was quiet for a long time. Long enough that I thought he was not going to answer. Then: "Her name was Sera." Three words. I went very still. "She was — not like you," he said. Each word placed with extreme care, the way you place things that have not been touched in a very long time and may not survive rough handling. "She was dragon-kind. She was fierce and certain and she did not — she was not quiet about what she felt. She was the opposite of quiet." A pause that had three hundred years in it. "I was two hundred years old when I met her. I had already been king for a century. I had already built most of what I—" He stopped. "I was not a simple person to love. She loved me anyway. Loudl