Dragon Marked Series Novels & Stories

With one sweep of his hand, he tore a hunter’s spear in half, the wood splintering as if it were kindling. His voice boomed, resonant and terrible. “I warned you, the gods are watching and now their servants test our strength.” Axel snarled, “Save your riddles, Draikos! Fight!” And fight he did. Malrik moved with inhuman grace, striking with bare hands that broke metal as though it were glass. When a hunter drove a silver spear toward him, his skin glowed faintly as his scales shimmered across his forearm before fading again. Raven’s breath caught as she got a glimpse of what he truly was. Not just a man, or a wolf but a dragon.

‘A fire Whip’ Draco was watching Marduktema coldly who only had aggressive look on her wrinkled and blood covered face ‘AAAAAHhgggg…..…… AAAAAHhgggg …..’ Marduktema roared and pulled her both hands up and showed his blade sharp elongated disgusting finger nails, she opened her mouth equal to my entire arm and gave out a loud roar ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggg…..’ and immediately marched towards Draco who himself was having killing intention in his eyes.

The blow sent Alpha Michael sprawling, momentarily incapacitated. But before Drako could inflict further harm, a sudden intervention occurred. Teresa, his own daughter, appeared with a determined expression. In a swift and surprising move, she lunged at Drako, her wolf form overpowering him. The father-daughter clash unfolded in a whirlwind of fur and fangs. Teresa, driven by an unspoken conflict of loyalty and a desire to protect, fought against her father. In a surprising turn of events, Teresa managed to deliver the decisive blow, biting firmly and deep into his neck, it snapped and echoed through the woods, Drako was Dead, killed by his own daughter.

“Let’s not waste time pretending this is a misunderstanding.” Darion swallows. “You don’t understand what Malrec is offering,” he says hoarsely. I stop directly in front of him. “No,” I reply. “I understand perfectly.” His eyes brighten slightly, as though he believes he has found a sliver of sympathy. “Then you must see reason. Dragons ruling both realms again, restoring our rightful dominance—” My fist strikes him before he finishes the sentence. The crack of bone against flesh echoes sharply through the chamber. Darion slumps forward against the chains, blood spilling from his mouth.

If it landed, it would kill him. A twisted mix of dragon and vampire energy crackled around Zane like a storm. He wasn’t a pure dragon. That meant only one thing—he must have injected the serum created by Alpha Kevin’s gang. My heart pounded in fear. And then—Drake vanished. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared above Zane, his semi-shifted claws glowing gold as they slashed downward. Zane groaned, blood sputtering from his mouth as he staggered back.

“This is no longer about me anymore. This is for the kingdom. For you. For all of us.” And with that, they moved forward. The battle began slowly, almost imperceptibly. A shift in the air. A shift in the energy and then without warning, everything erupted. The dark twisted figure of Edmund Drake struck first. He raised his hand and a blast of dark magic surged through it towards Lyon and his warriors but Lyon was ready, his own power surging in response, but he wasn’t fast enough. The blast hit the ground near their feet, sending a shockwave through the air that knocked both Lyon and Elora off balance.

The guards instantly snapped to attention, their hands dropping to the hilts of their longswords. ​"Halt! Who goes—" the lead guard started, but the words were cut short. ​I didn't give them a chance to finish. I channeled the volatile core of dragon energy directly into my palm, letting a dense, swirling mass of dark crimson and black flames manifest across my skin.

He had a very large erection. “I must tell you a secret about dragon mating,” Drago said, and I nodded, not taking my eyes off his erection, fascinated by how hard it was. “We too mark our mates, in a similar way to how a wolf would, but we impregnate our venom. It is painful, though not that painful; however, it leaves a mark of my scales. It is a symbol of belonging. I hope that doesn't bother you...” “I have a crescent moon on my neck; I belong to a wolf. That's the least of it,” I said to Drago and smiled. “You will have my mark always; that's much more pleasing.”

I wont be wasting my time going down to the labs again if it doesn’t warrant it. “Th-The serum hasn’t been able to kill a dragon through the mate bond yet but we have found a way to destroy the bond completely. The dragon can no longer recognize the male as her mate. The male has also shown signs of his beast that he got from the bond growing weak” He rushes to say.

My luna had never liked me drinking so much, but I was a male, I deserved to wind down and relax after all my hard work of keeping this pack going and ensuring they were all safe and protected. “What is the problem? It is not illegal to have a drink, is it?” I was getting annoyed with the situation. “You seem distracted. Anything I should know?” she raised her eyebrows at me. I grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her to me. I did not like the tone she had spoken to me in. I was her alpha and I demanded respect from everyone. I let out a low growl to warn her that she was beginning to be pushing her luck. She tried to free herself from my grip but I was a lot stronger than anyone else in the