Dragon Devil Fruit Novels & Stories

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

“The women aren’t the only jealous ones here Astraia. Now, eat the sacred fruit and become one…” Naremi said before stepping away and finding a seat with the others. I looked down at the fruit, truly amazed by its appearance. The appearance of a watermelon on the outside, and the flesh of a strawberry inside. I took a bite and it was so tender and sweet. It wasn’t very big so I finished it in three bites. Lio finished his in two. We tossed the rinds to the ground and looked into each other’s eyes.

They saw every orgasm, every moan, every claw mark and bite left on her skin. The central creature tilted its head, its mouth opening into a grotesque smile. “The princess surrenders herself to monsters,” hissed a voice that sounded like nails scraping against bones. “What a delicious image for our lord.” The other two let out high-pitched, gurgling laughs. One of them extended a skeletal hand and collected a drop of magical essence that still lingered in the air — remnants of draconic power mixed with Irmak’s pleasure. The drop floated toward a vial of black glass carried by the third creature.

he said, like we’d met a hundred times before. I nodded once. “You're still waiting.” “Every day,” he replied easily. “Didn’t want you thinking we forgot. I'm Vael, it's nice to finally meet you.” He offered me a wrapped bundle without comment. Bread. Cheese. Fruit. I hesitated, then took it. “Lunch,” he said. “I brought extra just in case.” That mattered more than it should have. I ate slowly while he talked—not at me, just around me. About the forest. About Ashcliff’s gardens. About a dragon who kept stealing tools and hiding them in ridiculous places. He answered my questions honestly, even the uncomfortable ones.

Brie said, trying not to laugh herself. Another sharp crack echoed from the egg, silencing the room. Fifteen minutes later, the shell split apart completely, and a hatchling wriggled free a dark blue dragon with a crimson belly. The little creature flapped its wings as if eager to take flight. No one was surprised to see it was male. Through the mind-link, Trace told Mikan they would need to discuss the southern throne later. Mikan silently agreed.

“Am I wrong or am I right, El Diablo?” Drago asked, his men touching their guns on their waists, waiting for the order to strike. “I called you here, not only because I needed your help, but because I know you kidnapped my daughter, now, the only thing that would save your life, the only thing that would prevent my men from emptying their barrels on you is if you answer my questions.”

The animals run and fly around the room before dissolving. Taran smiles, “Can you make a dragon?” I smile, “I will try.” I think about Taran in his dragon form. Finally, I push out the ball of pink smoke from my hand as a dragon forms. It flies around the room and exhales pink smoke. I hold out my hand, letting it land on me. Taran sticks out his finger to touch it, only for the dragon to snap at him. “I’m sorry,” I quickly say while dissolving the dragon by waving my other hand.

' thought the dragon king with a smirk . He looked at Charlotte with a smirk and got up from the couch then went near her . He walked around her and started to look at her from her head to her toes . " Looking at your physical form , you aren't that bad ! Maybe you could be quite tasty if you are cooked at the right water temperature . I will tell the chef to also add some other herbs and lots of sakura petals . They have a nice aroma . Also , I will tell them to add some dragon milk to the water . That way , your skin will become smoother and white , just like a pure jade.....Hmmm.......should we add some almonds too ?!........... " said the dragon king .

My deepest secret is that she, the sexy as fuck women who will soon be my wife was mine, she was my first and only and will be until the day I take my last breath. Demitria owns me, mind, body and soul... she's the fucking devil and 'm her devoted follower. She is my Diabla.

Platinum that fit her finger perfectly, with a one carat teal gemstone sitting atop. Tears spilled down her cheeks as Drago rose from his knees. He gently cupped the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep,passionate kiss.