Dragon Tf Novels & Stories

“Same as you.” “Why?” he asked. “Is the kingdom at war?” “No,” she assured him. He looked relieved about that, since his father would be called into battle if a war did erupt between Frindom and another kingdom. “I was training to… kill the dragon.” It sounded ridiculous coming out of her mouth now, now that she knew the truth, that Slate was a shifter and that he hadn’t actually been killing the people he took with him all of these years. But it was the truth, and she wasn’t about to lie to Gavin, not now.

“As long as one’s strength is sufficient, there are times when Tai Chi falls short.” James smirked. “Otherwise, how could Mr. Franciscus have shattered the Tai Chi World back then?” Lyla felt like punching him. “He was a peak Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation powerhouse, possibly even at the Quasi Daelcon Rank. You’re only at the peak of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Eighth Tribulation. How are you the same?”

It made him panic. Darryl cracked a smile when he noticed White Tiger King’s flustered expression. "White Tiger King, this is called the Trap Dragon Thorn. These Trap Dragon Thorns were specially invented by humans to deal with the Green Dragon clan. Once being stabbed, any powerful dragon will inevitably lose the ability to fly. I believe it is very painful. Even the Green Dragon clan could not bear the torture of the Trap Dragon Thorn. Would you like to try it?” Darryl said slowly to make himself clear as he had a relaxed expression on his face.

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

The scorching heat of a dragon seared right through my thin clothes, making my chest tremble. "Mate..." A dark fire ignited deep in his gold eyes. His burning lips reverently kissed my forehead, my nose, and finally, the corner of my mouth. "My Elara... My only one..." Every word he breathed was laced with a desperately restrained, almost feral tremor, like he was reciting the most sacred prayer. Caught in this aggressively possessessive yet intensely gentle embrace, I parted my lips and responded softly: "I'm here."

He could guess based on their expressions that this floating island isn’t just a simple island. Fedrich didn’t have a plan to hide it either as he nodded. “Yes.” he answered. “That floating island… is housing a dragon.” He told them. “The last dragon of the monsters’ race.” He added. As expected, another silence fell. “This dragon… is very strong?” Hierro asked. He has heard of dragons from his world and dragons are terrifying creatures, but only in fantasy stories. Now that there is a dragon in this world that they are currently in, he feels curious to see a real one.