Dragon Blood Warrior Novels & Stories

You will travel back to my palace naked with my seed running down your legs. Tegan could see he was aroused by the idea of dominating her so easily, she knew he would enjoy humiliating her in front of his men. With a low growl, she leapt forward. Twisting her body to avoid his fangs, she raked a deep gouge along his flank, drawing bright red blood that splashed onto her snow white fur. In an instant, StarWolf was beside her, snarling and snapping, using his teeth and claws to gouge deep wounds into the dragon. They worked as a team, one of them drawing Dante’s fire and the other racing in underneath him to bite and claw. It wasn’t long before he was bleeding profusely from many deep wounds;

Dhari lunged towards Drake with his sword drawn. Drake was not expecting that. Dhari managed to catch Drake off guard, and as a result Drake now has a gash on the left side of his chest. The injury is deep and blood started to drip from the wound, and his dark blue shirt became darker. But what Dhari doesn't know is that Drake is a dragon, and he can heal within minutes. Dhari thought the wound would distract Drake for a minute, giving him a chance to escape. But to his shock, Drake didn't even blink despite being injured.

, Chad Skylark! "My Ancient Draconic bloodline has finally been completely activated. Even though my Ancient Draconic bloodline is incomplete, with my own efforts, I have already activated it. The God of War bloodline, this is Ancient Draconic bloodline that was born for my martial arts and the people from the Supreme Peak. Let's see how arrogant you are this time. Vince Schmidt and... Zephyr Khan! You all wait and see!" Beast Peak... Spiritime Peak...

I hissed at him this time. “Daydra denying me doesn’t work like the wolves and Lycans also your a fucking dragon too or did you forget this while making googly eyes at dick-features over there huh?” He retorted. “I am not a dragon, I am King Aaron's daughter, a vampire and my mother was a Lycan, I will deny you and your bullshit “! I stated. “NOW HOW THE FUCK DO I REJECT YOU” I yelled at him. “Daydra don’t do this please, I’m not doing this for just me or worrying only about myself baby girl”He said.

Draco is a cvampire that is out of the ordinary, as he was born both by a witch and a vampire. A birth that no one thought was possible as any similar match died during childbirth. Draco was also a mastermind at disarming and infiltrating places no matter how secured and guarded it was. “I know why they’re here”. Dario said to hakes as a sigh left his lips, watching one of his pack members flip about three times on a single swing attack by a warrior. “They’re not ready for a war or any fight, so let’s try to see how we can accommodate them without a war”. He says so because he knew very well that the vampires would have had to pay a huge sum in order to get Draco to work with them.

"What? What does it mean?" "It's hard to say for sure, but it might be that your dragon is getting somewhat emotionally invested." Dean scowled darkly at the doctor, glancing at Trent with a gnash of his teeth that he was hearing this. He stood up and paced away, raking his hand through his hair. "It's just me...with everything that's been going on, what with those fucking delta wolves blocking the car and Aria being guarded by them...it's pissing me off."

*** Alpha Drake emerged from the building and approached Lance and Ethan, who were forced to kneel. The aftermath of the fight was ghastly. There were a total of seven warriors who were lying dead on the ground now. “I told you to return to the pack house,” Drake said darkly. He didn’t even spare Ethan a glance, since a warrior like him was not worth his attention. “What are you doing here, Gamma Lance?” “Why don’t you tell me what kind of ritual you did to Keagan inside that building?!” Lance snarled at Drake. “I have told you not to raise your voice against me.”

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

"I was reading this. It said that there are millions of dragons all over the world, some living amongst humans. While some are a warring factor with their own." "Your can read this?" Rydstorm asked, once again amazed by her. "Yes, am I not supposed to?" "Well, it's Tunica. A lost language, but the native tongue for us Dragons, though few understand it." "Why are they fighting?" Rydstorm flexed his jaw. "It's just in our nature." "So it's natural to kill each other and force a rapid decline on a soon extinct species faster?" "This war had been going on long before I was even born, Catori. It has to do with a son of Roma taking the throne from the son of Apepi."

Draegon stepped into the center of the room, raising his bloodied hand. “My warriors,” he said, “our prey approaches.” The Ravagers growled louder, deeper and then they let out a rumbling sounds that shook dust from the ceiling. “Dark Moon’s Alpha walks into our land,” Draegon continued. “And he does not know… you wait for him.” One Ravager’s eyes snapped open... Glowing pure red. Then the next. Then the next.