Dragon Marked Series Novels & Stories

he then activates the main contract to try and kill us. Feeling the effect of the contract, I get mild chest pain, "Damn, you were right, Terry, it does kinda hurt." After a minute, the contracts started disintegrating since they had been fully activated. Still enraged, the king looked to his best guard, "Sir Grey! Dispatch these dragons!" The guard bowed slightly, "Yes, your majesty." Then, he stepped towards us as he drew his sword. As he held his sword in both hands, he let out a heavy breath as the blade slowly started to emit a faint blue light that all could see.

“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.

“Is that a fucking dragon?” It was black, a darker shadow against the night sky, but the moonlight glittered over its scales, and its eyes and throat glowed gold and red with fire. The driver swerved as the dragon plunged suddenly downwards, and the car pulled to a sudden stop. As the dragon regained height in the sky overhead, Lyric grabbed the gun out of the man’s shocked hands, and slammed the hilt into his face, causing him to cry out in pain. She flicked the safety and shot the driver through the head, spraying blood out over the windows.

“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.

I run towards him screaming, "Noooo…." Matteo tries to get him back, but the dragon's leg pushes him hard, and he falls violently on the glass balcony door. He falls covered in blood. My father was screaming to leave him, but nothing happened. He struggled to free himself but to no avail. Luckily to no avail because if he succeeded, he would fall into the void. And there, his death would be inevitable. "Give my father back." I scream again. By the time I got there, the dragon had moved away from the balcony.

He was syncing with me and Rayna, and I hated it. His existence was distracting. He was unwanted. He was fucking unwelcomed. The dragon mark glowing yellow on her skin suddenly was overlapped by a blue mark that I hadn't seen before. It fitted into place as if it completed my mark. This should have been a good sign, but I abhorred it. I cursed it. I wanted it gone. What—in damn hell—is this mark doing on my mate's skin? Then a memory answered this question in my head. The past...my ancestors...the very reason why the dragons and werewolves fight in the first place...

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.

She wanted to be the only one to come back as his enemy and finish him once and for all. Drakoen was unsuccessful with hid plan and just ended up sealed. The seal was too powerful for him to break even with his dark magic. It even binded his powers. He couldn't do anything while surrounded by the seal. His core kept getting damaged by the power of white wolves. He fought to keep himself alive. He didn't of the possibility of being defetead and that cost him dearly. After a thousand years, he was able to break from the seal. He was weak and almost finished. But luckily he manage to save his core. Had that been damaged then he would have died. While he is still alive there was hope.