Dragon Insults Novels & Stories

Zaterra replied and stuck out his tongue. “Give it back to him!” Aki demanded. “Be yer companions knowin’ yer secrets in this here bag?” asked Kosano. Temujin fell quiet. “Cat got yer tongue, boy?” Yuriko mocked. “No. But a Stork got your lip,” Aki said, referring to the she-pirate’s broken lip. Sasha chuckled. “Burn.” “No, not burn,” Ganzorig butted in. “Fry.” With those words, he thrust the spear-looking contraption against the bars of Temujin’s cell. There was a sizzling sound, sparks, and then the red Slayer was thrown to the floor by the electric shock.

Dante said and stood up, casually tucking out a dagger. "So what's the dagger for?" Diego spat trying to sound brave. Dante maniacally chuckled. "I'll enjoy cutting you limb by limb every single day" "You are making a grave mistake Dante!" Diego yelled back at him. Dante at once connected his knuckles to Diego's jaws in such a swift but painful punch. Diego let out a wail, his head down casted as blood trailed from his contorted face that oozed pure pain and broken features. "Watch your tongue when speaking to me Diego"Dante balefully commanded.

I jumped back and composed myself, this guy shouldn’t be taken lightly. My arm is shaking from that punch. I have never felt a skull that hard, what the heck is he taking? Some sort of wolverine serum or what? Damn, that hurt! I shook my hands and got into my attack position. “You got a naughty hard boiled head, eh?” I mocked. “I am the mighty soldier of the October Family! Dylan the Dragon of the North! My power is so immense that the likes of you lowlifes will never attain in your pitiful life.” His eyes widen and he fixed his glare to me while smirking like a psychopath.

They were arrogant and cocky towards her kind. "Reading too many fairy tales?" Drogo snorts. "We are dwindling in number. We have merged together. We aren't exactly picky about which jobs to take. Besides, Paiste isn't known for his peacekeeping ways." Selene eyes Drogo. "Who?" "Do you not know your history?" Drogo questions. "Paiste, the dragon that brought destruction to Celtic villages for vengeance? He is a fire dragon and has quite a temper. He rules our small hive and has quite a vendetta against wolves and vampires. Your witch handed him the perfect revenge on a silver platter-no puns intended." Drogo smiles at his joke.

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

"Draco! Ahhh, God, don't... mmm, fuck, it's too much... ahhh!" "Too much?" I sneered, pumping my fingers slowly inside her, feeling her inner walls clench and spasm around me like a desperate fist. "You can't even handle a little touch without falling apart, and you expect me to believe you're a hardened operative? You're nothing, Selena. Just a pathetic little slut who was stupid enough to walk into the lion's den."

- He said. – I will not resist. - Said Dark-Dragon. – - And it's better than being forced. - He said. - Say you want relief, Dark-Dragon. snarled Vandal. - Say you want to be blown. - He said. - Suck me. - He said. - Tell me to eat you. - Dark-Dragon. - Eat me. - He said. In which Vandal urgently opened his pants went down to his knees and grabbed his cock and swallowed it he gave a great blowjob.

Then Drystan raised the knife— —and he dug it into Don Viterro’s thigh. Blood splattered, warm and sharp. Another round of screams screeched through the air, this one more guttural, more violent. And another flicker of satisfaction crawled in. “That’s for existing…” Drystan said, voice guttural, as he pulled the knife out. Then he dug it into Don Viterro’s arm. “That is for coming across my woman…” His jaw twitched, lips trembling with fury he could no longer contain. He pulled the knife out again—fast, ruthless—and buried it in Don Viterro’s shoulder.

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

" Lucian and Draco glared at each other, their eyes full of malice and hatred. Without a word, they charged towards each other, fists flying. Draco threw a punch, which Lucian swiftly dodged. He retaliated with a kick, which Draco barely managed to block. The two dragons continued to exchange blows, their movements becoming increasingly violent and frenzied. Suddenly, Lucian began to morph into his beast form. His skin turned to scales, his fingers elongated into claws, and his mouth filled with razor sharp teeth.Draco watched as his opponent transformed, but he refused to back down. With a mighty roar, he lunged at Lucian. The two dragons clashed, their teeth and claws tearing at each other