Dragon God Novels & Stories

Oh my goddess! I am almost afraid to ask which one Draknar is! Is he a Dragon Shifter ? Or Vampire?

Derora finally did what no dark mage had been able to do, the ritual ties your essence to the veratus and unless you have an essence that came from the immortal spring of chaos, you'd literary burn to ashes. A loud roar from the abyss brought her attention back to it, in a burst of flame and smoke, darathos the dratero, a dragon like being that looked like a cross between a sea serpent and a dragon with its long but muscular body and obvious sentience flew out of the abyss. Its skeletal wings flapping with flames and fury, it blew fire from the flaming animal skull head it had and burned in the sky. Derora watched as it gave an ear piercing scream and dove down while landing on the soft eart

The last question sounds more like a demand than a question. "Argon is the name. Kin of the mighty, highly-favoured, and aboriginal dragons..." "The infamous chief of all flying beasts— the golden dragon," they chorused. The lines were introduced to them back when they were little so that anyone who may not recognize them at first shall pay the crime of not recognizing the mighty dragons—the highly-favored creation of the god Azgorath. Her thoughts suddenly become disheveled. Part of her wants to delight in meeting a long-lost relative in the mortal world. Yet, when her memory reminds her of the kind of creature Argon is, she strides back.

I step closer to him until the firelight reflects in my scales. “You mistake comfort for strength,” I say quietly. The circle falls silent. “We are dragons,” I continue. “Apex creatures forged in flame and storm. We ruled both realms once because we were meant to.” “And the fae?” someone asks. “They understood hierarchy.” “Until the Madrigals,” another mutters. “Yes.” Madrigals. Half-blood bridges. Living compromises. They were meant to be tools. Instead they became symbols. And symbols are far more dangerous. I pace slowly around the fire pit.

Rela asked. “Not exactly,” Trace said. “His speed is due in part to his mother and to Captain Kyle, who trains with him constantly. Rodic wants to be as fast as him, so he pushes himself. His Torch flame, he inherited from both of us. And as for flying well, all dragons fly.” He smiled slightly. “The only difference is that he managed it at his first change.” The council murmured. That explanation, at least, was logical. “I have a question,” Duncan said. “If he is taking after his mother in many ways… what of his demeanor in dragon form?”

still, the feeling was so intense. It made Corithias sad to think that God had chosen him a mate that he could not have. “How cruel you are!” He shouted, shaking his fist in the air as he looked to the sun. He needed to get out of here, quickly before the mate bond was formed between them. Once the bond was sealed, it would be great pain for both of them to be separated. He transformed into his dragon form and tried to fly. Unfortunately, the injured wing was still not strong enough yet. He heard footsteps in the forrest, so he stayed in dragon form.

“Oh, my god…” The Dragon picks his pace pulling the chains that's got my nipples trapped. “Keep those eyes on me and whatever you do don't make a sound,” How can I possibly not make a sound when he's teasing my clit and finger-fucking me right now? As damn good as I'm feeling I bite back my moans and focus my gaze on his blue eyes that are still icy with anger. “If you hate Virgins so much then why are you still doing this to me?” My voice was normal until the end when I half moaned out the rest of my sentence and the dragon didn't look pleased that I even spoke at all.

asked the red dragon, who had been violently thrown onto an island. "Hahaha, afraid? What should I be afraid of?" the golden dragon retorted to the red dragon. "You should be afraid of your death, which will cause the Emperor Dragon bloodline to disappear completely from this world." The red dragon replied coldly. The golden dragon is considered the highest-ranking dragon within the Sacred Beast tribe, not only in the Sacred Beast world but almost throughout the entire world and even in the divine realm, where the golden dragon is regarded as the highest. If the golden dragon is called the guardian dragon, then he is called the destroyer dragon. His pleasure in killing and destroying the ent

He catches my eyes for a brief moment, before he rushes to kneel down before me. "What in the world just happened?" I breathe, gathering up enough energy to utter those words with force. Shinee sits next to me, holding my back, the other hand around my waist. Pitifully, I lean against him, refusing to feel guilty for his warmth that I feed off of. A man who can do so many unkind things is choosing to sit here with me. “Doppelgänger’s. They are demon like creatures that are native to my territory, and exist in only small numbers. They migrated after being expelled from their initial creation place, Thought’s territory," Shinee explains, not seeming all that pleased with their existence.

says Dragazon seriously. "Do you have any more? "There are two more waiting for him at the bar, but there are two of us, we're not at a disadvantage, their magic isn't effective for a sun god" he says in the form of a man, but his dragon form is like a soul around his body of flesh.