Dragon Quest 11 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My fingers curl against my thigh, itching to touch him, to test if he’d hold me as greedily as he stares at me. His eyes lock on mine. “Because a dragon never gives up their treasure.”

She has never felt more claimed, or more free. The dragons follow her over the edge one by one—Draven first, his release scorching inside her as he throws back his head with a primal roar. Kael follows, lightning crackling between his teeth as he empties himself with a growl that makes the windows rattle. Rion is last, his cool seed a blessed relief inside her overheated body as frost patterns spiral across the ceiling above them.

I didn’t mention the dreams. “They’re just… dreams,” I lie, but it sounds hollow even to me. He crouches beside me. “You’re not the lying type. I thought you would have learned by now.” I sigh and drop my head into my hands. “I’ve been seeing a dragon. Always the same one. It’s chained, in the dark, and it’s… calling me. Like it knows my name.” Lucien’s eyes narrow. “And Varein’s there?” “Standing on its head,” I whisper.

Assuming his mate was from witch realm Draco, Draco, Saltus and Petro decided to head to Witch Realm to meet Witch Queen Zaramaru and find his destined mate, however last night when Draco was peacefully sleeping in his room he felt a sudden discomfort… his body was unknowingly set on fire while his Dragon urged to get on surface… he instantly transferred into his monstrous Dragon form and tried flew up in sky… Draco was uncertain to what was happing however his Dragon was determined to fly to Witch realms, unfortunately before they were able to fly to Witch Realm and unknown pain took over his entire body, his mind and heart were filled with mourn and before he could conclude anything Darco

asked Catherine because she couldn't hear him clearly . " No.....Nothing ! " said the little dragon boy . ' If I tell her she may run away or stop talking to me . Nobody wants to anger my father . Plus , it's nice to have someone being so kind to me without even knowing that my father is the chancellor . ' thought the little dragon boy . " By the way , we still haven't introduced ourself . What's your name little handsome knight ? " asked Catherine with a smile . " My name is Dylan . What's your name miss fairy ? " said Dylan smiling .

“Why?” “Because you look at me like I’m not something to fear.” “You’re not.” He let out a rough breath. “You’re wrong.” “Then prove me wrong.” He pulled back slightly, studying her face. “You don’t understand what the dragon does when it claims something.” Her voice barely rose above a whisper. “Then let me learn.” The dragon stirred. Faint flames flickered along his fingertips. But instead of pulling away, Elara intertwined her fingers with his. The fire softened

The gash in his side ripped open again, blood soaking fresh bandages, but he didn’t stop. Sera stumbled back, stunned—not because he moved, but because she realized she might not be able to stop him. There was nothing in his eyes now but pure, unyielding fire. He crossed half the distance to Lioren in three ragged steps, chest heaving, hands curled like claws. His mouth twisted with something wild. The warlord was gone—this was the dragon. “Rhazien!” she shouted, throwing herself into his path. He barreled into her. She wasn’t ready. The force of it knocked her back a step, almost to her knees.

But whatever he conspired with Ashara over, and no matter that it felt otherwise, it was not a betrayal. He had not promised himself to me. He had told me from the beginning that the dragon wanted a brethren wife, and I had known when I had taken him as a lover that there was no permanence to our relationship. He had promised to serve me through his war, and he was fulfilling his promise. It was not his fault that I had fallen in love with him. “Rest, Liera,” he replied. “Clareath will realise what we’re about soon, and there will be battles and danger. Rest now, whilst there is quiet in which to do so.”

She stammered, making him realize he was holding her while she was on his shoulder. Blushing too, he instantly put Daphne down, allowing her to rest for the time being, “S-Sorry.” “What was it, Ahlum?” Juniper called, turning to her as she understood what was happening. Gritting her teeth, she looked down but Tristan said in her stead. “It was a Dragon of Nightmare- Drayce.” He sighed, sitting down and drinking some water, motioning to Ahlum to continue.