Dragon Romance Novels & Stories

"There is a dragon-claims to be a friend of Queen Selene. He said he is here promised to heal your pup." Selene giggles at the nervous boy quivering in front of her mate. "Send him in," Selene calls. The boy looks at Luke. "You heard your Queen, lad. Get the dragon!" Luke slams the door in the boy's face. "Was that really necessary?" Selene chides. A panty-dropping smirk pulls at Luke's lips as he parts Selene's thighs and pushes her down. "It was. He interrupted my time with my mate, and I have much groveling to accomplish." Luke kisses behind her earlobe, sucking the skin. Selene mewls, her hands resting on his chest as she pushes him away. "Drogo is coming. I need to dress."

He said as he brought his face closer to mine. I tried to struggle free but his grasp on my hands was strong. "Let me be Ryan or I'll yell" I threatened. "Feel free to shout as much as you can sweetie" he said as he moved his face closer obviously trying to kiss me. I moved my face and yelled as much as I can. "Help!" I yelled and he only laughed. "You can't escape from me Jasmine" he said as he tried to kiss me again and I struggled with all my might.

No fear of my dragon, just his promise to dive in with me. I clung hard as the bond swelled huge, cocoon heating up, Seraphina's thread glowing bright. Woman under him, dragon rising, wolf inside, we breathed as one. Too much, too beautiful, too damn healing to fake. Ronan nuzzled my neck, still hard inside, lips soft now. “Forever, Nyra. My mate.” His wolf rumbled content, wrapping me safe. “Forever,” I whispered, tears hot on my cheeks. Our scents mixed, cum leaking slow between us, the grass cool under our heat.

I stare at Dakota who is looking at anywhere but at me. My heart begins to race in my chest as the urge grows. This feeling dictates that I have found my mate. But, it's wrong. Dakota can't be my mate. I've known her since she was a child. It doesn't make sense that I am feeling the bond now. It just isn't possible. 'Mate' Orin, my dragon growls in my head and I freeze. "Kota!" We both turn in the direction of Dale's voice. He's panting as he runs towards us.

Like Papa back in Jacmel, silent and stubborn. She doesn’t need a chief… she’s got Dragon! All my life, I thought love meant building walls. But Dru? She’s Creole! Untameable like the Bayou herself—wild, unbreakable. Walls just make her climb higher. Maybe Dragon’s not a wall. Just… a bridge.

He is as powerful as he is handsome. Dragons can choose their mates. The whole female dragon population is vying for his attention. But he fancied no one till date. They are too scared to approach him themselves. Unlike Werewolves, vampires, and humans If a Dragon loses his or her virginity to anyone, then they will become their destined mate. Either by mistake or not. It's the same for both males and females. They cannot become sexually active with anyone else until their mate is dead. Drake Hamilton looked around the big banquet, which is decorated with expensive and rare flowers. If it's not for his father, he wouldn't have agreed to this meaningless party hosted by his stepmother on the

She tilted her head for a bit, waiting for one of them to yield and spoke to one another. But, ten minutes have passed and so Romaine spoke to Cyrill’s mind via her telepathic abilities and muttered, “What seems to be the problem, dearest? Dorrien and Rozelyn had just their private tango last night because the body of the woman beside you was craving. That is the truth. They only did it for the sake of physical pleasure and to avoid the unknown punishment of the Blood Rose and Moonflower. Nothing more beyond that. Rozelyn only tasted Dorrien’s dick but his heart will forever belong to me and to me only. She definitely somehow knew that as well…” Cyrill halted. He put down his utensils and st

At the Kingdom of Gold Valley, the Lycan Wedding of the Master Dragon and the First Lycan Princess already ended and two hearts that understand, accept, and love each other started to relish the magic of joy and peace in their hearts. “I love you wife; I never thought that I could be as happy as this. As a Dragon, I was born to fight and never to be conquered by love; but you conquered me; my love for you conquered my frigid warrior heart” Dareon said in a whispering manner as he moved closer to her in their soft, king-size bed. The Lycan Princess smiled as she caressed his face. “I love you more my warrior dragon, my mate, my love.” She then showered his face with little kisses until her li

This dragon’s voice was soft and feminine, and without being told one would know immediately that this was a female dragon. “Diana,” Roderick mumbled the name of the blue dragon softly. Diana was a frost dragon and was his betrothed. They had been close since they were young and were plenty satisfied with each other as potential partners. Seeing her calmed Roderick’s rampant thoughts, and he gently nuzzled his head against hers. “What’s the problem?” Diana wondered, feeling that Roderick was not in the right state of mind.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.