Dragon Hearted Novels & Stories

"What do you mean by that?" Atlas asked with a worried look on his face. "It's nothing serious, I just need a blood sample, that is all, but I need it from your heart." the dragon said as he went to the altar and waited for Atlas to respond. Atlas looked at the dragon questioningly. "From my heart?" Atlas managed to finally ask. The dragon looked at him and nodded his head as he motioned Atlas up to the altar. Atlas followed and when he came up beside the dragon, he drew up a claw and stabbed Atlas in the heart and with a quick breath of a tiny stream of fire burned the hole, slit his own wrist and gave it to Atlas to drink, with he reluctantly did. As he drank the blood, Atlas' wound became

"A dragon's heart?" "Yes, but not an actual heart. The Dragon Heart Stone. A fist-sized ruby that was imbued with magic." He curled his fingers into a fist, remembering how it had felt to hold the ruby and feel the power surging through it into Piper. "I held her as she breathed her last, and then the stone exploded with power and turned to dust. There must have been a dragon's soul sleeping in there, one that bound itself to Piper. I can't think of any other explanation, but I've never heard of such a thing before, have you?"

If that dick wasn’t dead, I would kill him myself. He was just too greedy it was so unnecessary. “ Hundreds of years back, just when he was about to find the queen, his soulmate. There was a dragon girl that he kept in the cells. He would torture all of them every day. I don’t know her name, I don’t know which dragon tribe she was from. All I know is that she was with a child when they took her by the caves of her people. She was a mother.” Dante stopped, seeing his skin get even redder. My hands ran to his neck then up to his face. I brushed on his face over and over again, trying to comfort him, easing his distress away. I knew this was going to be big, just waiting for the ball to drop. M

She told me that it had been a while since her dragon was out. “I just worry. I haven’t shifted in so long.” I state. “Everything is going to be fine. My dragon is terribly excited to meet Gemma.” Dray says. “Oh shit, I just realized that I don’t know the names of your dragons.” I blurt out. “Grendel is my dragon's name,” Dray tells me. “My dragon’s name is Haldor,” Drake states.

he said with a dark voice and slammed inside me without remorse. I gasped taking him all at once as pain mixed with pleasure surged through my bones. This was the price I had to pay to get my revenge. Mating with the dragon king, conquering my tyrant father, and taking the throne as Queen. A perfect revenge plan I would do anything to accomplish. The devil above me wracked my soul, filling me up with his fiery seeds until my body felt like a volcano harboring hot lava. He went on and on like a ravaging beast, tearing my inside apart. Even though he went in ruthlessly, I couldn't deny that he was good. Especially with a cock as large as his.

He examined the engraving. “No.” I looked. The dragon wasn’t like Nicholas’s personal symbols. It had two heads. Wings spread. A crown between them. Lydia leaned closer. “That’s not a dragon.” “What?” I asked. She pointed. “Look at the tails.” Two bodies. Intertwined. Not one creature. Two. “Twins,” I whispered. Lydia looked at me. The room went silent again. Chase frowned. “I never noticed.” Nicholas turned the key.

She had come back a few months ago, after a small werewolf had freed her from the clutches of witches and rogues. He knew Hanna was traumatized, but she hid it, so he did everything to see her smile. That included throwing parties and treating her friends as if they were royal. One day, she will find her fated fireheart, and Boris hopes that her fireheart was a dragon in the clã, or that he will join the clã. He can't lose her. All dragons have an incomplete fire in their heart, but when they find their fated fireheart, that fire never goes out, and they love forever. They only love one dragon in all their long lives. Even after death, they won't be able to love another dragon.

Daniel told me as soon as we entered the Dungeon and I saw the half-burned Red Dragon chained to the wall. I’d never seen the normally brooding Dragon this enraged, and full of… fire. Wrath was rolling off of him, giving him a dangerous aura. That was what happened when you hurt a dragon’s most precious treasure, his mate. Knight and I shared this feeling of anger and hate, a cold and searing feeling, I wanted to torture this man, cut him piece by piece. This Red Dragon was part of the reason why my Kemy suffered the incredible torture of being locked in her dreams for years and today he almost took her from me, took her from the life she wanted and deserved.

"Yes, I need your help in identifying a creature." The royal advisor looked at the king, confused, "A creature, your majesty?" "Yes. You two, show him." The mage showed the royal advisor the memory crystal. When he saw it, his eyes went wide, "I believe this is a dragon, your majesty." "A dragon? Aren't they a notoriously closed-off and secretive race that rarely leaves their territory?" "You are correct, your majesty. However, they do frequently leave their territory for trade with the elves or the Auhura empire. From what I can tell, I believe this could be just a child."