Dragon Quest Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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 .

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.

Dragon let out a devastating, animalistic roar. He drove his hips forward one final, punishing time, his massive frame trembling violently above me as he spilled his hot release deep inside me. As the heavy aftershocks wracked my body, I waited for the brutal, cold aftermath. I waited for him to pull out, adjust his clothes, and coldly discard me. Instead, Dragon collapsed fully against me. The brutal grip he had on my hips loosened instantly. He buried his face into my chest, right over my furiously beating heart, keeping himself buried deep inside me.

We soon reached a sleeping dragon, he was enormous. Dynaris approached the sleeping dragon, her footsteps echoing off the cavern walls. As she drew closer, the dragon's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her with a piercing gaze. Dynaris stood tall, her voice clear and steady. "I mean you no harm, noble dragon. I'm on a quest to reclaim the ancient dragon throne." The dragon's gaze narrowed, his voice low and rumbling. "Many have come before you, seeking to claim the throne. But few have succeeded. Are you prepared to face the trials that lie ahead?" Dynaris nodded, her determination evident. "I'm ready.”

Daniel told me as soon as we entered the Dungeon and I saw the half-burned Red Dragon chained to the wall. I’d never seen the normally brooding Dragon this enraged, and full of… fire. Wrath was rolling off of him, giving him a dangerous aura. That was what happened when you hurt a dragon’s most precious treasure, his mate. Knight and I shared this feeling of anger and hate, a cold and searing feeling, I wanted to torture this man, cut him piece by piece. This Red Dragon was part of the reason why my Kemy suffered the incredible torture of being locked in her dreams for years and today he almost took her from me, took her from the life she wanted and deserved.

I quickly averted my gaze. "You said you recalled something?" Frost prompted, all business. I took a steadying breath, clearing my throat. I couldn't reveal the full truth, but needed to give him enough to earn some trust. "Yes, some memories are coming back slowly. I was a captive of the dragon warlord called Scar." Frost's eyes narrowed slightly at the name of the last dragon but he remained silent, letting me continue. Perhaps he didn't even know who the last dragon was.

Kael Ashveyn is no ordinary dragon king; alpha blood runs through his veins, a legacy from the mother who broke tradition to love a wolf. So when the mate bond drags him to Sable Windmere, a weak, powerless omega from the territories his court despises, his pride refuses to accept her. He humiliates her, ignores her, treats her as beneath him until the bond forces something in him to notice every time she's hurt, every time she's disrespected, every time she flinches. His wolf won't let it go, even as his dragon fights to. Slowly, unwillingly, Kael starts to change. And Sable, who has spent her life believing she deserves nothing, starts to wonder if the king who once discarded her might be

I was six months pregnant, dragged away by enemy soldiers outside the gate. After the gates shut, an enemy blade pierced my stomach. Blood spread beneath me. They laughed and kicked me from the cliff road. I thought I would die. Then Kael Drakon appeared. He descended through smoke and ash on his frost dragon. That was his bonded dragon. Later, the fire-dragon egg I brought with me hatched on the day we married. From then on, frost answered to Kael, and fire answered to me. He drove back the enemy with ease, saved my life, and became my husband.

“If this has never happened before, why do you believe it is happening now?” “When a dragon finds his mate, he lives for her. The tingling I feel when you are near, the way my body hungers for you every time we touch is different from anything else I have ever, or will ever experience. A dragon can feel what his mate is feeling, and share in her pain. As you were falling from that window, I felt every moment of your terror. When I caught you in my claws, I felt the pain as acutely as if it were happening to me. As you’ve healed, I’ve been sick in pain along with you. And when you marked me my desire to join with you was so overwhelming I had to stop myself lest I hurt you.”

Everlys Diary Entry: "I knew I had to escape. His presence suffocated me. There was no choice but to flee or risk losing every essence of who I was. I waited for the perfect moment and leapt into the unknown, finding refuge in the werewolf territory. It was there that I met him, the love of my life—Olivia's father. Our love was forbidden but pure, and despite all odds, we thrived. But now... now my dragon remains imprisoned in that dark land, for my race does not forgive nor forget." Tears welled up as I read about her difficult decision to leave everything behind for a chance at freedom and love. I scarcely noticed when sleep began to claim me. The diary fell from my hands, and the warm, co