Dragon Poor Novels & Stories

I said to him. “Who is it?” he asked me. “He just said Carlson, you don’t happen to know anyone named Carlson in our circles do you?” I asked him. “Is he a Sire?” Albert asked me. “I don’t think so, I think he’s some low born dragonkin with ideas of being something he can never achieve. Doing what he does now he thinks he’s gaining power over the rest of us but I think he’s just some low life scumbag,” I said.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Dorian was a man of the world, and this girl was a lot hotter than his slut of an ex, Chloe, that he’d spent the last six months with. As Dorian looked into the Dragon’s eyes he saw that they were a deep, burning purple. His soul was impaled with terror as he locked eyes with this creature. They shone like burning embers, and the monster smiled at him, opening its left mouth to emit a disturbing growl. Whatever this thing was, it sure wasn’t from this dimension. While this monster was penetrating the woman, it was screaming and shrieking louder and louder. Dorian stood there, dead in his tracks, mortified.

Gideon was recruited similarly by his handler Cameron. Dragon is about six feet tall with dark hair and dark as sin eyes. No one really likes to work with him because of his intensity. Years ago, I was partnered with him on a mission, and it was not good. We barely spoke during the mission. And all I felt was unease throughout the whole experience. He was methodical and efficient in his kills. I had never left so much blood in our wake. Once the mission was done, we went our separate ways and never met again. But it took me a long time to get over the nightmares of that mission.

Drakor brushed her hair back from her neck, his fingers tracing the outline of the still healing bite mark Rurik had left on her. "That's just a love bite," she said, forcing herself to calm down. They weren't going to kill her, at least not yet. Drakor smirked. "Just a love bite? I think not. You experienced the dar bogov, didn't you?" Charlotte looked puzzled, not knowing what he meant. The Russian dragon struggled for words. "I believe in English it means 'gift of the gods.' You could see through his eyes, and he through yours." He reached up and curled his fingers around her throat but did not squeeze.

A loud growl sounded from the far side of the house, and the sound of heavy paws hitting the marble floor followed. “Mommy’s home,” I called out and walked to the pet food cabin, took out some goodies, and turned to find gold eyes staring at me. I smiled and walked to my fur baby, a beast on four heavy paws and a whole 300 pounds of muscles. Drogon was a six-year-old tiger I had adopted, after rescuing him from the wildfire in Australia. He was a big baby with heavy muscles, snow-white fur with midnight black stripes, and I loved him more than life itself.

It made him panic. Darryl cracked a smile when he noticed White Tiger King’s flustered expression. "White Tiger King, this is called the Trap Dragon Thorn. These Trap Dragon Thorns were specially invented by humans to deal with the Green Dragon clan. Once being stabbed, any powerful dragon will inevitably lose the ability to fly. I believe it is very painful. Even the Green Dragon clan could not bear the torture of the Trap Dragon Thorn. Would you like to try it?” Darryl said slowly to make himself clear as he had a relaxed expression on his face.

Barclay's laughter filled the air, while his gaze was focused on the witches. "It's your funeral," he said before collapsing to the ground. Slowly he turned on his back, breathing labored and eyes focused on the sky. Doreon raised his head to the red clouds and the dark sky, everyone around him was motionless, as he caught his breath. The pain had stopped abruptly and his body ached so much that he could see the stars, but he did not look away. He knew what was coming, or rather who was coming. He never thought to say it, but he couldn't wait to see a Deorgh: his body was filled with relief when the huge black dragon emerged from the clouds.

Drako, literally means a dragon. GD looked up to her when she was busy looking over the sky after she opened the window. "Will you settle down?" he asked but Daeira only jumped in glee instead. "You know this is my dream of visiting my bucket list beaches. I can't believe that it is h appening." she said. GD just shook his head and resigned into looking over the magazines with boredom while a stewardess approached them to offer a drink. "Your highness, may I delight you of some hot wine?" she asked but GD just waved in dismissal. Of course the stewardesses were all from the underworld as well as the pilot. Hakyi and Osiris had tagged along too.

added the prince’s aid. “Don’t mind if I do!” Dorin said with a smile. [Dorin!] wrote Seb. “Dragon! Come here!” Johan called the young dragon who was busy catching tossed fish from Xander and Venet. He cut a big piece off the dripping hotcake and showed it to Dagon. Dagon eagerly made a summersault, turned into his human form, and ran to Johan’s side, opening his mouth wide. The room fell quiet. Johan dropped the now empty fork. He looked at Xander, then at Dorin and Seb.