Dragon Insults Novels & Stories

For all his strength and confidence, I could see the hurt flicker in his eyes. Drag’s words cut deep, slicing through the armor of coldness and power that Derek always wore. “You destroyed everything,” Drag continued, his voice rising. “First, you ruined our old pack by falling for that bloodsucking vampire whore, and now you’re doing the same with,” he gestured at me like I was a plague, “a hybrid whore.” The insult hit me like a slap, but I refused to let it show. I wouldn’t give Drag the satisfaction. Instead, I stepped forward with a fierce glare.

Laughter echoes in the room. Sabestain grins, his sharp teeth in full display. " Well, not all of them, I don't know this one. Look at those luscious lips, I bet they'd feel good wrapped around my cock " Patience Sabrina....have patience The Dragon grips her jaw, clearly not satisfied with her silence. Sabrina glares at him through dilated eyes. " Such a disrespectful whore, that's no way to treat a Dragon. " His nails, no, a claw, digs into her cheek, threatening to Pierce the flesh. " You should be happy I show interest in you. A broken bitch like you can only warm my bed for..."

I dare not say anything else, not that they would answer or believe me anyway, so I resigned to remain quiet while we drove to what I could only assume was my doom. The 19-hour drive in silence was the calm before the storm would hit - what would await me at Dragonetti Estate? Il Drago mentioned his wife. Would she be there to join in my torture? Would she laugh in glee as I get defiled night after night? From what I heard the Dragonetti were bloodthirsty killers who burned infants alive, so what kind of woman in her right mind would stay married to a man like Il Drago - or Dante as I learned his name was.

the other man let out a shriek. Draco, however, seemed fine despite the tough landing. He flipped over and got to his feet, his beady eyes glinting with malice as he glowered at Liam. "Ah, I have made the foolish mistake of underestimating you, you little twat! It's no wonder you had the guts to make such outrageous claims! It turns out you do have some tricks up your sleeve!" he said, sneering. He rubbed his chest, where it still throbbed from where Liam struck him, and said, "We'll see if you get lucky a second time, you twat!" With that, Draco channeled a powerful surge of energy—that of a two-star military king. He had learned his lesson and knew not to underestimate Liam this time. The

I strongly said. The captain giggled in amusement. “You’re the dumbest human I’ve ever met,” he said. “Don’t call me dumb. Call me an imbecile, instead,” I replied. “They’re just the same.” “It’s a fancy word for dumb. If you’re going to insult me, say it with class.” Others didn’t notice it, but I know I stupefied the captain with my words. “Watch your mouth. You don’t know who I am. Say your death wish before I slit your throat. I am the dragon of the west. I burn everything that’s against me and I will drown you with your own blood.”

A few even went as far as to willingly break an arm as an apology, forcing them to have to rest within the village for a few extra days. As for the rest, they apologized with the first set but were secretly sneering at Draco Blade, thinking that he's a coward. This set includes both Draco Pine and Draco Scale, the third and fourth strongest warriors of the lizardman group respectively. Draco Blade could tell that these few were going to do something but since he had already given them a warning and secured the safety of the rest, he would not say anything more. He has already gone against his instincts for them once; he won't be doing so again.

It made him panic. Darryl cracked a smile when he noticed White Tiger King’s flustered expression. "White Tiger King, this is called the Trap Dragon Thorn. These Trap Dragon Thorns were specially invented by humans to deal with the Green Dragon clan. Once being stabbed, any powerful dragon will inevitably lose the ability to fly. I believe it is very painful. Even the Green Dragon clan could not bear the torture of the Trap Dragon Thorn. Would you like to try it?” Darryl said slowly to make himself clear as he had a relaxed expression on his face.

"You're a disgrace to the Western Pack! You're throwing the championship and sleeping with the enemy! I'm going to rip your fucking tongue out of your head!" "Oh, shut the fuck up, Jasmine!" Drake barked back, his voice cutting through the room with venomous, dramatic arrogance. He swung his bare legs off the bed, carelessly pulling on a pair of dark pants. "You think anyone gives a single shit about what you have to say? Look at you! Dragging around this broken, pathetic, rejected hoe of a werewolf like she's some kind of trophy!" He pointed a finger directly at my face, his eyes burning with pure hatred.

Dravin said with a smile. Clytius smiled as he got up from the ground brushing the foot print off his chest, in the blink of an eye he was in front of Dravin, he swung his fist, hitting the Dark Mage in his jaw causing several of his teeth flying through air. “One thing you should know hand to hand is far from being my weakness, If anything it is my strongest power.” Clytius said as he flexed his fist because he hadn't fought in hundreds of years, he smirk to know that he still had it.

“I can let Simone have fun with me for one night. “I want to see to what extent the most beautiful woman in Rivenesco can…” Before Killian even finished speaking, Dustin’s face turned stormy, and a killing intent rolled off of him. “B*stard!” Drake glared and roared as he immediately moved. He was like a phantom. The wind swooshed by as he moved. Killian was shocked. Bam! Drake rushed to Killian and slapped him hard, which sent Killian flying before he fell heavily at Dustin’s feet. Killian was in unbearable pain. His eyes were wide open.