Dragon Of Love Novels & Stories

’ I asked taking a sit beside him while drowning his half glass of liquor. A mischievous smile appeared on his face as his eyes flickered to my lips and back to my eyes. ‘Since ancient times, love between dragons and other creatures was forbidden. A dragon and other creatures cannot procreate a normal healthy offspring, any offspring born would be an evil creature in the nearest future as a dragon hybrid instinct would be to kill even from a tender age, so it was frowned upon to avoid this problem. But of course, there will always be those who disobey the laws of the gods.

A dragon feels and senses things much more strongly than others, so when they love, their love is force, unable to be resisted. When a dragon is claimed by their mate, it’s a positive relationship. But you don’t have to be mated to a dragon to claim one. In the past, humans and shifters alike have claimed dragons to increase their own power, using the dragon's strength to overtake kingdoms or try to rule the world. That was the intent of the Chief and his son, Oliver. But both of them are dead. All that is left now is the hybrids that we haven’t been able to find or save.

The kiss was simple yet Amber can feel sparks flying between them before the Dragon pulled back. His orange eyes with spikes of yellow color held love and desire in them for his bride. The Oracle looked like a fragile doll in his arms. The way the Dragon was making the Oracle melt against him made Amber feel like he must have taken classes in seduction. . . Just looking at them was making Amber all hot and bothered. Her heart longed for her mate. It was getting dark in her heart without him. The moment the Dragon and the Oracle had come back from the woods the Dragon's been attached to the Oracle's hip. Aric had told Amber that the Oracle was the Dragon's bride and she's been on a run from h

"This doesn't feel like love!" “The drive to copulate is powerful for a newly mated dragon. He was trying to complete the mating bond. All feelings are intense for dragons--anger, passion, lust, love, fear. He’s never mated, never even explored options with a pet or willing drakaina.” She wipes her brow with her free hand while the other hand holds me in place. “He put himself on this stupid mountain as far away as possible from the dragon court to get our father off his back about producing heirs.”

Somehow, the dragon avoided giving her that last bit of stimulation to send her over. Beth couldn't decide if this was the best thing that had ever happened to her or a nightmare. She loved it, she hated it. She couldn't wait for it to end, she wanted it to go on forever. This dragon was playing her body like a world-class musician plays their instrument and her sighs and moans were the symphony the dragon was conducting. Her books hadn't exaggerated how skilled dragons were in the art of love.

Drakaina will be part of her – forever. When Hana was in the cave back on the mountain where she and Seraphina took a long trip just to get the dragon’s quest. While battling between Hana and herself – Drakaina, even she knew it was impossible for her to defeat her own other self. The darkness within her is more powerful than she thought.

"He is the last of his kind. When the moon was full, dragons mated. Now, he can only sing, hoping a mate would come. It's a sacred night because a dragon child conceived in this night will be blessed with a stronger connection with Dracos." "That's his name?" "Every king names him as he pleases. I call him Dracos." They listen to the lonely song in silence for a while, each caught in their own melancholy. "Was Lysa here?" Astrid breaks the silence when the weight of the question becomes too heavy to bear anymore. "Yes." Is the one-word answer that crushes her. "Why did you ask for me then?" "I wanted to see you." "Was Lysa not enough for one night?" Astrid asks without being able to control

He was quiet for a long time. Long enough that I thought he was not going to answer. Then: "Her name was Sera." Three words. I went very still. "She was — not like you," he said. Each word placed with extreme care, the way you place things that have not been touched in a very long time and may not survive rough handling. "She was dragon-kind. She was fierce and certain and she did not — she was not quiet about what she felt. She was the opposite of quiet." A pause that had three hundred years in it. "I was two hundred years old when I met her. I had already been king for a century. I had already built most of what I—" He stopped. "I was not a simple person to love. She loved me anyway. Loudl

Another memory unfolded, softer yet no less intense: them soaring through starlit skies, her laughter wild and free as he caught her mid-flight, their bodies pressing together in heated embrace high above ancient mountains, promising eternal rule and unbreakable bond. The images poured over me relentlessly, each one twisting deeper into my heart. I watched them share victories in battle, her standing proudly beside him as they claimed territories together, their connection forged in fire and blood long before I had ever existed. My own body felt painfully inadequate in comparison, all plush curves and human vulnerability, my heavy breasts leaking milk from the stress, my round belly soft and

I pick a card from the different piles. The first she turns over says death, the second says empress, and the third says, lovers. Mara stares at the cards for a moment before looking up at me. “You will bring death to something while giving another life. Your heart and mind will be torn in two by love. One lover is old and familiar, while the other is new and clouded in mystery. Your heart will only belong to one of these men, while your mind will tell you the other is the better choice.” Mara takes my hand back, “Let me see your eyes.” Her other hand grabs my face and stares into my eyes. She whispers, “Drakon I vovk.”