Dragon's Love Novels & Stories

Elara could feel the heat of his magic rising, the dragon’s presence pressing just beneath the surface. For the first time, she understood fully: to love him was to live on the edge of fire. And she was ready. But as their hands remained intertwined, the distant sound of movement in the shadows reminded them that danger never slept. And neither could they.

A dragon feels and senses things much more strongly than others, so when they love, their love is force, unable to be resisted. When a dragon is claimed by their mate, it’s a positive relationship. But you don’t have to be mated to a dragon to claim one. In the past, humans and shifters alike have claimed dragons to increase their own power, using the dragon's strength to overtake kingdoms or try to rule the world. That was the intent of the Chief and his son, Oliver. But both of them are dead. All that is left now is the hybrids that we haven’t been able to find or save.

"The laws of the heavens cannot allow a human to become queen over dragons. It is an anomaly and completely unacceptable.You can keep her in your harem but she cannot sit on the throne." Draco's anger only grew as he listened to Master's words. He was back to his old self very very unlike the softer version of him a few moments ago. "Unacceptable? What do you know of love, Master?" he spat. "You have lived for centuries and yet you have never known the touch of a mate. You cannot understand the depths of my feelings for Liana."

she moved her attention to the other side of the plate, "These are dragons. And this here, what looks like a modest crown…." "Ok, honey, but what this all means? What is it?" Ethan was the first one to voice what everyone thought. Once she was back on the sofa, she spoke: "Roughly? A daughter of the dragon will tame the fire. And I'm pretty sure that fire here is not a literal fire." Everyone took their seats, still not understanding what this was all about. Kate and Richard were staring at Sarah long enough for everyone else to notice, so they looked at Sarah too.

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.

Drake stiffened. “I never cared for human stories,” I admitted, gazing up at him. “They told of dragons as monsters. As beasts that needed to be slain. But I never believed that. I listened to what the wind told, the stars, the lost whispers. The ones that said dragons were kings, guardians, something more than humans could possibly grasp.” Drake did not move. But I could feel something shift in the air between us. “I saved one, you know,” I whispered. His eyes snapped to mine, something untamed and ferocious raging in his gaze. “What did you say?”

Her lips stopped before his and she blew a thick, dark smoke into his mouth. He cried out in anguish as his body was wracked with fire. He fell to his knees as he felt his dragon form being forced to the surface. His skin split and bled as the rest of the scales surfaced. Elric threw his head back and screamed as fire ripped from his throat. His sides heaving, he stood in front of Ishild, a dragon. "Come, pet," she said and settled herself onto her throne of blood.

She held herself high even though she wanted to run at Chris and tare him apart. “An you think you are? I laugh at that.” Chris chuckled. He was getting under her skin. Something his father always told him not to do but he seemed to always do it. “You don’t even have an ounce of love compared to Rosalie.” “And what do you know about dragons love human.” She spat as she stopped a few feet in front of them. Asrar was ready to shift at the slightest movement. “Enough to know yours isn’t true.” Chris smiled. He placed a hand on Asrar’s shoulder. “Now the love this man has for her is ten times more true then yours will ever be.”

The next moment, the dragon was entering a thing like air mixes with water on the surface but it was more like a barrier to prevent someone from entering the place. "I think this is where they live," Minerva said and the dragon roared again. Vincent was the most shocked one. He didn't know what kind of human he brought to RedShire and she was even straddling him now. The dragon lunged forward and Vnncent's body pressed to Minerva's and their brain sent the wrong message. Minerva's eyes landed on his lips before looking at Vincent who was doing the same. What was this? Love at first sight? Minerva was yet to understand why she was so attracted to him of all people, a Prince.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i