Dragon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

DAKOTA Right after I'd left Dashiell's property, I'd headed home and curled up in bed, my emotions running high. I'd been determined to keep my distance from my mate. However, everything changed when I fell asleep and dreamt of my past life as Alyssa. I'd dreamt of the exact moment when Violet betrayed Dashiell and delivered him into the hands of the Guild. I'd awoken with an overwhelming feeling of yearning. Refusing to give in, I'd spent the rest of the day in my room. Consequently, this yearning only worsened, and Ocean wouldn't stop whining in my head. So, I decided to swallow my pride, slip on my coat, and leave the house.

Closer. She couldn’t breathe. And then, the dragon began to shift. Flame peeled back from him. His wings folded inward. The glow at his chest bled into flesh. Horns shortened. Claws pulled inward. And in seconds, Rhazien stood in his place, bare and glowing from within, his chest still lit from the fire beneath his skin.

I sing sweetly. Drefan grabs me, yanking me toward him. “More like buying time to slither out of this mess. Fat chance, my rose. Either agree now and become my life partner, or I show the King everything. He’ll punish you most fittingly, and I’ll be the one to sentence you as my slave!” “My, what a clever little flying rodent you are. Then I suppose... you leave me no choice.” I begin to kiss him. Drefan is taken aback, but quickly loses himself, hands roaming hungrily over my body. I do the same, for the act. His fangs sharpen in my mouth. Disgusting scum.

Then Daciana had returned in servant brown and made my crown turn to ash before the servants I meant to own. My smile hardened. This time, I would not build a victory on feathers alone. I would build it on blood. “Blackfang needs a Luna who will stay,” I said, letting my voice tremble just enough to sound wounded instead of hungry. “Blackfang needs a mother, a healer, and a woman who has already suffered because Daciana’s hidden bloodline wanted revenge.” The hall grew quieter. I touched my stomach with both hands. Hrolf turned his head sharply toward me because he did not know which weapon I planned to use tonight.

So choose ye now, where hearts may lean, ‘Twixt fire’s wrath and rule unseen. For in this tale, the world may change, When love and flame the stars arrange. Skylar With each dragon who rose to mate, the pain I felt the next day lessened. Yes, it still goes on for hours, but my stomach is no longer sore afterward and the pain between my thighs is less every time. Now, it barely takes me a day to recover, and it’s been three days since a dragon rose to mate.

“A frost dragon’s core, you said. You want to summon the dragon to help your country fight against the demons. And I can’t help but be thrilled at what’s happening in your life right now. That’s why I’m here to speak to you. After hearing your plans in searching for the core and using it, I’ve come to realize I wanted to witness the country Drava and how different it is compared to our city.” Tristan turned to face the young noble. “What are you implying?” “I want to come with you, Tristan,” Lewis lowered his voice into a whisper, “I want to leave this Keep now and go with you to Drava. I’d like to see the dragons just as how you described them last night based on how you imagine them.” “Are

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

"When we arrived here, Dracos stopped wanting to fly any further and kept trying to go back to camp." "He felt Aine flying to the camp, towards him, probably." "Yeah, well, I couldn't do that. So, I was stuck here, arguing with a beast that didn't want to move an inch." He explains, sounding exhausted as he shoots Dracos a few deadly glares. "He just wanted to go to where his mate was. Can you blame him?" Astrid laughs and looks at the two dragons, flying in circles above them. "Ever since she came around, he became so stubborn. An old bastard acting like a teenager."

I was stopped by a woman. “Excuse me, you’re Aqua aren’t you?” I nodded. “I am.” “I need your help if that’s okay.” I smiled. “Of course, it’s okay.” “My son is a hybrid. I’m an elf but his dad is a dragon shifter. He went off flying and I have no idea where he is. He’s twelve and he usually flies close to the village. A few dragons are our looking for him.”