Novel & Cerita Dragon Fiction

His eyes close tight, and his heart sings into my ears. *** Maybe out of greediness or the need to feel his warmth, I cuddle next to his chest. His fingers trail up and down my spine in a slow stroll. "There’s something I should have said a while back," Paul starts, while he stares at the ceiling. "I might not be the actual Dacian Draco you were searching for. In the wolves’ stories, Dacian Draco is an ancient wolf living in the mountains. His origins lost in time, he’s meant to protect the living from the dead. Maybe he’s what you sought."

Sylvia said, looking at the television screen, shocking Francine, who was beside her, watching the program. “Phoenix? What did I miss? What Phoenix children?” Francine asked. “Oh, that’s right, Koran embodies the Phoenix race. She and Blake had two eggs inhabited by two spirits of the Phoenix Clan, Feng Huo and Feng Ling, who wanted to bring back their race. It would seem that they are about to hatch.” Sylvia explained casually. “Phoenix, actual Phoenix, out of the old stories. Next, you will tell me there are dragons as well.” Francine said jokingly.

Even though it's soiled, it's the same one. "He is one of the four guys who chased me that night" she confessed with wide fearful eyes. Drake is stunned by her confession. The guy he just killed is a red dragon. The red dragons are considered as the Mafia of the dragons. They have their hands in every vile thing that's possible. Weapons, drugs, women trafficking, money laundering etc, you name it they do it. There are not that powerful in the dragon world. But they are considered dangerous. Those red dragons targeting Nyra? Something is wrong.

"The High Moon Court kept archives of the old world. The histories are explicitly clear: there were three primal beasts born of the initial lunar fracture. Only three." She paused, her cold blue eyes scanning the gathered family. "The Sun Dragon, whose scales could blind an army. The Storm Dragon, who carried the western monsoons on its wings. And the Shadow Dragon." Seraphina frowned, her hands still faintly shimmering with residual golden light. "The one Nyx rode today?" Selena nodded, her jaw tightening. "The Nidhöggr. The Shadow Dragon. Historically, it was recorded as the most violent, the most fiercely intelligent, and utterly impossible to tame by any magical or physical constraint."

“Mitch. Yes, Mitch.” “Mine. My Kellie.” He said in a deep growl as his thrusts pounds into me. The sound of our flesh slapping against each other. Our climax begin to climb together as I could feel his pleasure along with mine. It must be the bond and our lovemaking feels more intense. “Open your eyes. Look at your mate. Look at me.” He growls at me. I open my eyes, look at him, and saw his eyes had changed again. The dragon is here. “Are you afraid my mate? Are you afraid of your dragon?”

I released a ragged breath, a tear escaping my left eye. "I. Said. Beg for it witch." His eyes reflected a dark shade of red, sending heat signals all over my body. I felt like a werewolf and he was my mate. He is the hunter and I'm the pray. But in the case he is a dragon and I am a witch... what an unlikely alliance we have. He rubbed my clitoris vigorously, his finger moving so fast... from tiny clitoris to the opening of my cunt, causing a higher frequency of lust and pleasure to arise in my body.

anted over and over again “Don’t trust the faeries!” The elder wolves began to growl along with the growls and hissing from the tall cat man. My parents were still oblivious looking. I couldn’t focus on them right now. I had to pull this act off. The door to the dungeon like prison slammed open. Frank Darwin stormed inside the room almost running to my cell. “What have you done? Where is my other dragon? How did you free her? Your magic isn’t that strong!” Frank shouted at me. His long black and purple cloak swirled around his legs as he began to pace in front of my cell. His face showed his rage. I looked up into his eyes for the first time. I kept chanting the same line over and over. Fran

“I’m here because we have a lot to talk about. So, let’s get to it.” Maybe he was too busy thinking of things to do to her. She could see his eyes roaming her body with that indelible smile on his lips. “Very well.” He adjusted his sleeves. “Rodyn and his pack are Dracans; a very rare breed of Lycan. Before the wolves, they were the first half-breeds, a mix of dragons and humans.” Emory leaned closer. Her Rodyn? That didn’t sound right. “In time, dragons mated with Lycans and their spawns evolved into something completely different,” Dante said. “They are stronger than the original Lycans because of their dragon roots, and their ancestral glyphs are the only way to identify them.”

Powering on the laptop took a lot longer than I expected, and then I got to researching. Bonding- the God, Dalion, wanted to give more protection to the creatures that he created by binding two people’s souls to each other. This is an unbreakable connection to enhance the power that is given to the Mythicals. In this connection the mark changes to show what dragon was bonded to one another. If a Mythical somehow bonds with a non-Mythical, The mark evolves into a dragon that curls itself around the shadow of a human. Slamming the laptop shut, I huff out a breath and wonder what the hell I just read. Unbreakable? What does that mean? I’m stuck with this random guy for my whole life?

"My grandmother... was she...?" "Dragon," Xaihuang confirmed with something approaching sympathy. "Shadow affinity, from the look of your manifestations. Probably went dormant during one of the great migrations and never fully awakened again." On the massive display, the real-time data streams showed another surge in DragonCoin activity. Each transaction now creates visible ripples across the magical resonance field, like stones thrown across a pond. Ah, why do we so freak out, Dr. Ashworth? Sage asked my dragon something that wasn’t adding up, and it wasn’t to do with the code; she could feel it.