Dragon Mc Novels & Stories

I truly want to see him, because the first time I saw him it was in an unfriendly situation,'' Mary let out. '' No, Manny is still on a business trip with Xander's father,'' I said. '' So you are left all alone with just the Draco,'' Mia asked, and I rolled my eyes. '' I do not know what you are talking about,'' I answered. '' Yeah right, so speaking of the devil in human form, where is the Draco anyways,'' Mia asked. '' He is out taking care of business, I think?'' I answered. '' Wow so mysterious,'' Mia said.

she whispered. A doctor walked in, a nurse at his heels. The nurse flashed me a genuine loving smile and started checking the IV drip connected to my arm. The doctor patiently waited for her to finish before he solemnly said, "My name is doctor McKay and well, you're quite a fighter, Rebecca. The bruise on your ear is superficial, but the one on your hand is quite deep so you're not permitted to use that injured arm. Did you take any drugs before you slept? " I shook my head. "No, I didn't. I forgot to." I said as quietly as I could. My mom's eyes bulged in surprise. The doctor wasn't surprised as he had probably heard worse. Doctor McKay frowned. "Really? There's a high amount of hallucinog

Minet said, pulling the back of Marcia’s shirt away from her skin, revealing a blue and black dragon circled by twin golden lines planted squarely between her shoulder blades. “You’re kidding,” Rex said, looking to see for himself. “Piece of what? What is going on?” Marcia stammered, lurching forward and spinning to face the three. ‘This is unheard of, a third amonthrul?’ Fafnir exclaimed suddenly, leaving Rex and sitting to face Marcia, who was now standing wide-eyed at Fafnir’s massive black scaled form staring at her. “Holy shit, he is huge, bigger than Mhurl” Marcia gulped.

As Mina screamed in agony and Kristi fled the room with Max and Mason, Rori watched as Arthur and Murdok made a series of hand gestures at one another before Calder appeared in front of Rori and began ushering her away from the dinner table of unfolding chaos. “Come, my lady, we will check on dessert, come now,” he coaxed, and although she never took her eyes off the trio at the table she followed Calder out into the kitchen. Murdok waited for Calder to escort Rori from the room before he approached the still shuddering and whimpering Mina, “I will heal you witch… but then you will listen and not speak, understood,” the angry dragon barked and Mina merely nodded, offering out her arm. Murdok

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

She hesitated at the door long enough to confirm that the woman was telling the truth and that there was no dragon man hiding outside before she fell into step beside her. “So,” Martha said as she stopped and fondled the stem of a sunflower that looked to be the size of a small tree. “Ask away.” “How have you managed to stay alive for so long?” Chloe asked. Martha hesitated for a moment while she debated whether to tell the complete truth, or simply an abridged version. She decided to tell the compete truth. “I was lying in a field, raped and bleeding to death, when Baqman found me. He took me back to a cave where he’d been staying and nursed me back to health. He was in dragon form and I

Nova wasn’t dragonkin, she would never understand how I thought. “Grey,” I answered my phone. “It’s Rev. I’m at The Drake …” “Spit it out Rev, you only have a few more hours then all this shit lands in Luca’s lap,” I said. “McDaniel’s wife and brother is here,” he said. “I’m on my way.” I left the room just as Nova opened her mouth to say something and took the stairs two at a time. I grabbed my keys and spun out of the driveway as I headed to The Drake. I stopped at the back within fifteen minutes and walked inside.

The way he said her full name—including her hyphenated surname that wasn't on her tag—sent a cold ripple down her spine. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. The man smiled, a tight, controlled expression. "Not yet. My name is Marcus Chen." He lowered his voice. "And I believe you've been dreaming about dragon coins." Casey's coffee cup slipped from her hand, splashing across the counter. "What—how did you—" "Careful," Marcus said, reaching out with impossible speed to catch her cup before it hit the floor. His sleeve pulled back slightly, revealing what looked like scales—actual golden scales—at his wrist.

Above the collar of his dark dress shirt, I could see tattoos of strange dark runes peaking out along his pale skin. The man beside him had shaggy chocolate brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. A red and plaid shirt stretched tightly over his broad shoulders. I didn’t need to see his face to know who he was. My throat tightened and my heart raced in my chest. What was my boss from Moonlight doing in a dragon’s lair? Lucian let out a low growl and I knew that he was feeling my panic. Drake shifted on the couch, slowly turning to face me. His eyes widened and I looked down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

“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.