Dragon Insults Novels & Stories

Johan scolded him as part of the front seat was charred, terrifying the driver. “Dagon.” Ombra called his attention and said a few words in an unknown tongue. Dagon looked back at him and stomped his feet on Johan’s lap. He then sat back down with a pout. “Wow, what did you say to him?” Johan asked, “He never listens to what I say!” “Dragon speech.” The other replied. “In your tongue, it roughly translates to ‘behave or I will rake the scales off your tail’.” Johan and Dorin couldn’t help but laugh at this. “That’s it?” said Johan, still chuckling. He then said the word himself.

Its mission seemed clear: destroy the wizard first. At the last instant, Dral threw himself in front of Dominic and fired a bolt of blue fire directly into the dragon’s fire. The volkaane fire did not stop the dragonfire, but it split the stream in two, causing it to pass harmlessly on either side of Dral and Dominic.

I had to finish him off. I raised my shield up, ready to deal another mighty blow. I stared into those demoniac pair of eyes. I brought my shield down with all the remaining force I had. His face was etched in scratches, gashes and bruises, with his vicious blood escaping at a fast rate. His skin slowly turned pale. One more blow and Drago Caracas would be finished. “Drago, you’re finished. Your plans to change the world and be world leader are over. You sick man!” I yelled, getting my shield into position.

“That’s hot maggot, but I am future king of the dragons for a motherfucking reason!” Rage builds within me as his flames surround my human flesh. It feels like I am standing behind the thrusts of a jet plane. I hear Willow cry out to me and she begins to plead with Drake to stop.

Or was it the bloody gladiators that startled her, or the sight of drunk men puking and drinking as they roared to the gladiators? “So? You brought me here to witness your males derive pleasure from each other?” She finally spoke, but there was a faint quiver in her voice Draco picked up on, and preyed on it. With a toothy grin, he leaned in closer and hummed. “Not exactly, mouthy…” “Why do you even call me that?” She blurted in frustration. “For the record, it’ll never make me cave.” He laughed at her ignorance. Then with a cocked brow, he asserted. “I have a better present that’ll make you cave, mouthy. One that you’ll love.”

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

He asked, frowning in confusion “you’re the fucking bastard…” He went to take a step toward Nicolas; but me wrapping my arm around him and pushing him back stopped him. He didn’t even know half the story, and yet, here he was, raging on his brother as if HE was the enemy. The poor man was a victim like he was, only Dante had the advantage of being a mating’s child. Nicolas, regardless of being a marriage, or in other words, chosen mate's child, was considered a bastard.

I croak out, my throat dry and fighting against every inch of my body screaming out in pain. This question seems to confuse him, and he leans forward, not breaking eye contact. “Why do you ask that question like you know who I am?” “Of course, I know who you are!” I exclaim, my eyes screwed up as I bite back the pain. “You’re Dante Dragonetti, once known as il Drago, the most feared Mafia leader in New York!” “Bullshit!” he exclaims, and I feel a blow land against my cheek. I taste blood in my mouth and chuckle. “Well, that’s who you were before Allessio turned you into a mind-controlled freak of nature.”

I spat a globule of poisoned blood on the ground, my disfigured body yelling in protest at every little motion. Scar, you've lead us into a wonderful disaster. My self loathing was sliced through by Drystan's gravelly baritone, and his words were tinged with a sarcastic contempt that just made me angrier. I fixed the damaged Alpha with a sneer that might have curdled milk, rounding on him. I'll rip your tongue out of your worthless hide, mutt. Watch your tongue. Drystan laughed just a little, sounding like nails on chalk. Idle threats from a cur defeated. That is just very sad. Every word he spoke pierced me like a barbed arrow, a painful reminder of my incapacity to resist our opponents' un

Waylon shrugged and said, “I don’t have a choice. For Dragonslayer to be truly born, the blood of the Giovanni family and many powerful martial artists are needed. I do not wish for death or destruction, but some sacrifices must be made.” “Why then do we allow such an evil sword to be created?” Callan’s expression darkened, and he said coldly, “I might as well destroy it now.” After saying that, he leaped to the sky and lunged toward Dragonslayer. Powerful True Energy gathered in his palm, which created a shapeless tornado that struck Dragonslayer which was levitating on the furnace. At that moment, Dragonslayer was bright red in color. Clank! When the powerful True Energy struck Dragonslaye