Dragon Of Love Novels & Stories

Someone cleared their throat, and I saw Aris with arched eyebrows, and then I smiled before I jumped into his arms, and he kissed me with all that passion he felt for me. I couldn't hold back the tears. “I love you, Nadine,” the vampire said so earnestly that I just took a deep breath. “Come here,” Drago said, and I looked at him painfully. The dragon hugged me so lovingly; I could only cry, overwhelmed by the love I felt. Drago, as beautiful as he was, gave me a kiss on my forehead. “I love you, Nadine,” the dragon said firmly. “We will all always love you.”

"Please." With another grumble, he begins the story. "Drakon, the king of dragons, fell in love with the daughter of a Goddess. He courted her knowing she was his true mate. When he finally consummated their union, he discovered she had given her virginity to another. He was mated to a woman who would never transcend. In his great rage, he killed her." We both remain quiet until he speaks again a few minutes later. "A dragon's rage is incomparable to anything you've ever seen. Mine is worse. You cannot want to be around me if I'm ever in that condition."

I know he hears it because his mouth twitches into a small smile. “You haven’t known me long enough to say that.” I tell him, trying to disregard what he just said and how it’s impacting me. “I’m a dragon, Merethyl. Dragons feel more deeply than any other species. When we fall in love, it’s for life, it’s for always. There will never be anyone for me, but you. No one will ever be able to take me away from you. Even if you pushed me away, I would only be able to go so far. The dragon in me would not let me leave you. You’ve seen my cave of treasures, you know the depths of my possessive nature. What is mine, will always be mine. And you are mine, Merethyl.”

"No. Being with him. A dragon. Loving one. Being loved by one." Sera’s brows lifted in surprise, then softened into something warmer. For a moment, her lips parted as if to answer, but nothing came out. Because she realized—truly, wholly—that she did love him. That she hadn’t just fallen into him, hadn’t merely surrendered to heat, instinct, or survival. She loved him. She loved him for what he was. For what he gave her. For who she had become in his fire. And the weight of that truth filled her chest with something that felt like peace.

“What are you doing here?” He walked in and closed the door behind himself. He even locked the door then walked closer and closer to me. He had lust in his eyes. I stumbled backwards almost knocking over the lamp on the nightstand. I was nearly forgetting how to push the right words out of my mouth. “We can’t do this… I want to be accepted here.” I mumbled because all I knew was rejection and deceit. Why would the dragon prince be any different? It wasn’t like the king and queen would let us be together. It was hard to say no when my body was aching with lust.

Malrec’s eyes widen. For a moment neither of us moves. Then I tear his heart free. The roar that erupts from my chest shakes the sky itself. It rises with Seraphina’s music. Dragon and song. Power and love. Two realms answering the same call. Malrec’s body collapses. And the war ends in the echo of that sound.

Genre: Explicit Steamy Fantasy Romance | Dragon Shifter | Dark Romance | Delayed Pleasure | Sex Toys Characters: Ziaanat: A headstrong, curious mortal woman with dragon blood she doesn’t know about. Tovian: The unhinged, brooding Dragon King, tormented by centuries of hunger, lust, and a prophecy that names Ziaanat as his only release. . .

We would not have chosen him if he couldn’t. “The other side of my gift. You know that I can make a personal feel and see the ultimate love. However, for one who had never received it, I can turn it into their worst nightmare. According to my dragon it can work like a pool of memories. It takes moments in time when love should have been given and adds it to show you what would have changed if love were involved. It depicts a picture that you feel to the deepest part of yourself and shows you what you will never have” I tell him as I watch his face.

I darted in and out of the trees as fast as my legs would carry me. Soon enough I came into the clearing by the lake. Sat by the edge of the water was Draco's enormous ashen gray dragon. He let out another deafening roar into the air, and it was such a sad song. My heart broke for him when he lowered his head and nudged at the lifeless body of Lorena. His snout was huge, almost half the size of her tiny body, but he was so gentle when he tried to nudge her awake. He knew she was gone, but there was a part of him hoping that he was wrong. I stepped forward with my hands up, and when my foot snapped a twig he startled, shooting a fireball at me. I jumped out of the way and shouted out, “Draco,

Made me stupid…I should kill you someday perhaps…’ King Dragon inhaled deeply, inside his chest was hit by thunder storms of anger, anxiety, devastated emotion as people called as the spark of desperate love that he should kill a long time ago. ‘People said it was kind of love and hate at the same time…’ He wiped his lips with his clenched fingers. Fiery clutched on his eyes…