Dragon Vore Novels & Stories

Bedros stopped the dragon's footsteps which were about to attack him, froze the dragon's legs and tail and turned it into a hard stone and by Bedros was crushed at his will into small pieces. White hard rock dust flying in the wind shone like fireflies on a beautiful night. At the same time before the dragon was frozen by Bedros, Voor't approached another head, where the dragon's head which was always spitting smoke turned everything in front of him to stone. Several times Voor't tried hard to shoot his arrows but he could always dodge. Voor't released his light blue-purple Mana. His bow and arrows were shrouded in Voor't's Mana, like fire blazing in the wind.

Derora finally did what no dark mage had been able to do, the ritual ties your essence to the veratus and unless you have an essence that came from the immortal spring of chaos, you'd literary burn to ashes. A loud roar from the abyss brought her attention back to it, in a burst of flame and smoke, darathos the dratero, a dragon like being that looked like a cross between a sea serpent and a dragon with its long but muscular body and obvious sentience flew out of the abyss. Its skeletal wings flapping with flames and fury, it blew fire from the flaming animal skull head it had and burned in the sky. Derora watched as it gave an ear piercing scream and dove down while landing on the soft eart

Karou’s mother at the time. During that time she had been unlucky to meet Takahiro. She didn’t like how the man looked at her, and how he looked at her father at the time. She didn’t know the meaning of sinister at the time, but she knew later that was what it was. He’d just stare at them for some time which scared her, and then smile. He reminded her of all the vultures she had seen on geography channels. Just waiting for their prey to die. She scared him, but her dad was there to protect her.

The energy that I had kept buried for so long, after losing Azura forty years ago, began to swarm inside of me and I put everything I had into diving down faster. What happened next, happened so fast that it took me a moment to understand what had transpired. For the first time in my life, I experienced a full-blown Dragon Rage, causing me to react recklessly. One second, I was chasing Arion, the next I was gripping Arion’s heart. His Dragon was lying in a small crater, as he had slammed into the ground with enough force to smash a parked car and create a crater in the middle of the road. Luckily, Kellan and the others had moved the humans far enough away that they hadn’t been injured.

“I think you fail to see there is nothing that I don’t already know. So if you want our deal still on, find something substantial that does not involve betraying your people” “You have no idea what you are talking about. These people betrayed me first. All that I have known, all that I have believed in. They hate me first. They treated me worse. You don’t understand a single thing” “I don't care what they did to you. We will be riding on my dragon. It is faster” Drogo and the Ravkans with their dragons waited for me to give the next instruction. I liked that we never perform any action separately whenever we are out and away from our land. One thing the werewolves lack.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

The fire brightened, heat swelling until the room grew molten, objects melting and bursting into flame. Adorus welcomed it. This heat was love, ferocious, kind, and ancient. He laughed, loud and unrestrained, his joy and pride echoing off the trembling walls. The chamber crumbled. The floor beneath the vortex liquefied into molten stone. Draven snarled, a tremor of angered anxiety rippling through him; the power rising before him nearly matched his own. Then the vortex erupted, sending a violent shockwave that nearly threw the observers from their feet.

Using his vampire speed, he moved like a flash. Aurora was close. One more step and she would cross into the barren lands, where the rogue pack might be waiting. Stopping in front of the border, she looked back, staring at the vampire lands. She waved her head, relieved to be free from the bloodsuckers. She brought her leg forward, about to step across the land, but suddenly a strong force, accompanied by a light breeze, slammed her against a nearby tree. She let out a low hiss. When she looked up, her eyes widened in shock. It was Draven. The vampire King. His eyes were dark, glinting between black and red, as if he was holding a greater beast inside him, threatening to break free. His gaze

The warlord stood. He was taller than she'd expected. Broader, too. Built like a creature shaped for war, but moved like he could vanish and strike in the same breath. As a child, she had often wondered what a dragon might look like in human skin—a question whispered between old books and nursery rhymes, half-believing it was myth. But if you ever did see one, it was said to be the last sight your eyes would know. And now, here he was: terrifyingly real, terrifyingly calm. A dragon made flesh. And he was looking at her like she was already burning. "You are Sera of House Vaelir," he said, descending toward her with deliberate, predator-slow steps.

Zayn denied with concern and silence . Mars wanted to take over to turn Zayn immediately He was also huge, but of course not as big as the one who just disappeared. His color is brown by the color of his hair He growled violently in Darkle's face as a warning to him to run after him at the smell of his frightened companion Her father changed her father's cry , "If you go now, consider yourself without a herd ." She sat under the tree, her body trembling from what she experienced minutes ago of indescribable horror