Dragon Revenge Novels & Stories

As I sink my elongated teeth into the neck of my mate a roar of triumph comes from my dragon. Its as if a snap goes off in mind is flooded. The roar that echoes from my brother has me lifting my eyes to see the pain in his. I remove my teeth from her skin as I quickly lift her away from me. Anger unlike anything I have ever known fills me and I use it as I rush at the men around me. The doctor being the coward that he is quickly steps out the way just as I snap the neck of the first person I get in reach. This ends today.

Something inside Rurik broke, a piece of his heart. A cold, harsh laugh escaped Ruslan's lips. "What's one more human, more or less?" Shock and grief raged inside Rurik. His Nikita, his Niki was gone. A red mist descended over his vision. He didn't care about the club, the treaty, or the Brotherhood right now. He cared only for vengeance. With a deafening roar, Rurik's clothes shredded as his body transformed into a fifteen-foot-tall black-scaled dragon. His frill fanned out around his neck as he opened his jaws and a stream of fire shot out, so hot it was nearly blue.

The dragon was not sure which was more beautiful, the way that beautiful cock moved, or the way his beautiful body jerked upwards as he thrusts into him hard and fast. Harris' warm wet walls were soaked, the slick seeped out around Atticus' fat cock and allowed him to hear the beautiful wet sound as he slammed his cock into Harris again and again as they both quickly approached salvation. Atticus' arms trembled as he held and gripped Harris' thighs. The smaller Alpha's body continued to jerk upwards with each thrust as his head thrashed side to side while his toes curled, and he screamed incoherent words. “I…I… oh Draven… my King!... Yes!” Harris practically chanted and the dragon king was b

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

"I see what you see, Danni. I see the danger, pero (but), I also see the love. Dragon cares more about her than you realize, de verdad (truly). But you see the way he la mira (he looks at her). Eyes like un perro guardián (a guard dog). There's no keeping them apart ahora (now). He'd seguirla (follow her) to the ends of the earth, walk through el infierno (hell) for her if he had to. And Dru... she’s strong, stronger than you think. She’s been through hell and she’s still standing. Ella es una guerrera (She is a warrior)." Dragon picks up Dru like he's afraid he'll break her. As he carefully walks towards the stairs Marisol holds out a steaming clay mug in his direction and he takes it. With

"We've been into two wars with the goddess of darkness, and we won. Do not underestimate us!" "The goddess of darkness knows exactly what she is doing. She let you win so she can plan well for her final blow. Do you think she will just let you all go off the hook like that?! In your dreams!" "Let us go, King Rango. My mate is coming!" In a few minutes, Ruben, in his back dragon form, would arrive.

I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me. The seer blinked in surprise, but nodded. He placed my hand on the sword and began some ancient chants in their tongue. He then poured ceremonial oil over my hand that was on the blade, and as the final words left his mouth, a flash of silver light appeared around my hand. "By the laws of the realm and the ancient blood pact," the high seer intoned, his voice booming through the chamber. "The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union."

“I am the child of crown and flame, Yet not my father’s cruel acclaim. He steals what none should ever own, I bring the lost ones safely home.” Ryuki My dragon is many things; he’s intelligent, cunning, sarcastic, annoying, flirtatious, powerful, and fierce. But I’ve never known my dragon to recoil in the face of someone else’s anger. Until now.

“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”

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.