Novel & Cerita Dragon Vore

“His beast?” Velcira nodded, her eyes dark. “It is called Draumr-Veyr. Dream’s Venom. It does not merely burn the body. It seeps into the mind, twisting dreams until they bleed into waking. That is why she thrashes. That is why her breath falters. If left untended, it will not only take her life. It will strip her of herself piece by piece.” Marita’s throat worked as she swallowed. “What do you mean, strip her?”

He was more focused on punishing this restless woman, making her regret ever provoking him. This woman was one thing, but the fact that she dared to take something to enhance her mood was what really set Damien's anger ablaze. His actions were anything but gentle; they were downright rough. Serena's rationality was completely shattered and she found herself craving Damien's straightforward intensity. It was as if their bodies had reached an unspoken agreement, each taking and giving in turn. After three exhausting hours, Serena was too tired to even lift a finger. This man was something else. Damien emerged from the shower, wrapped in a robe, with a noticeable scratch across his chest—a test

‘A crispy snack, that is,’ my wolf snickers. There are a few things that can kill a vampire. Dragon fire is one of those things. ‘Too bad Trent doesn’t blow fire but thunders.’ I don’t have a lot of experience with dragons, but Trent, Voros’ dragon, can easily tear apart a vampire in two. His power is that of the electric storm, making him one of the rarest dragons out there. Fire dragons are the most common ones, followed by ice and earth. Voros has never used his power since coming here, but he has been building up a storm for a few weeks now. The grey clouds covering the sky day and night are mostly Voros doing, and when we are gone, a much needed rain will flood this valley. With a bit o

I felt my Draygana rise just a bit to echo those sentiments then drop away again. Tohr chuckled and allowed me a moment to feel his Draygon pop out so I could feel his hunger and approval. Our mates.... His Draygon growled. I felt the growl tug at something deep inside me, and a shiver grew, then ran up my spine. I wanted to hear it again and again. Tohr's Draygon granted that request and growled once more as Tohr took my lips for another kiss. He devoured my mouth with the same desire and hunger that his Draygon conveyed with his growls. His tongue teased my own over and over again until I was breathless. It rubbed and played with my tongue until I was moaning and begging. He laid me down o

High or low-end trade pa yan. Matagal ko ng alam na Droon have this insatiable hunger for mana. He like to eat mana, everything that is related to mana. He doesn’t care as long as he could good one. Pero gaya ng tao, mapili rin itong batang ito. He prefers manas that is related on darkness or poison and acid. But that doesn’t mean he could only eat mana. I have learn that Droon can’t only eat mana but also spirituality.

He told him. Drake got angry at his comments. The spiky scales on his back split apart and electricity started flowing through his body. The clouds started turning black and thunder started rolling. The vampires king looked at him shocked. No dragon has ever controlled the weather. He knew what was coming next. “FALL BACK!” He yelled at his fellow vampires. Some overly confident vampire stayed like idiots while others fled. Drake who had a murderous look on his face roared loudly. Lighting from the clouds stuck towards Drake and then flowed around him electrocuting and vaporising all the vampires on the ground. A few quickly grew their wings and flew into the sky.

I was on his tail and ran up towards his back as his tail swished around and he turned his head to get a look at me. I punched him as hard as I could at the exact point where his spine connected with his skull. There was a small hollow hole right behind that point where it met with muscle and tendon. It was that exact spot that rendered a dragon off balance for a few seconds. I grabbed the dragon’s horn and swung all my body weight to the side as he stumbled slightly and then went crashing down to the ground. I would have maybe five more seconds before he regained control of himself. I slid down his massive chest and stuck my morphed hands in between the scales and through the ribs that prot

He gulped and walked back to the open space. His body began to shift, taking the form of his Dragon again. Frore was frozen on her spot. She was trying to get over the shock of the sudden slow kiss. It felt like he had not only kissed her lips this time. The gesture felt deeper and more meaningful. When he shifted into the Dragon this time, Frore couldn’t help but walk towards the huge creature. Her hand reached out to his face, her fingers touching the scaly surface over his nose. He closed his slit eyes, making her chuckle in awe. Then, she placed her whole hand over his scaly face and dragged it down as Vayldre grunted in satisfaction.

Damned rodent of a man. “You really do look sour today. Come on, girl, cheer up.” “Why the raw meat?” she asked, ignoring his patronizing and pointing at the thick, glistening slabs on the tin tray waiting on the long table. “Dragons can only eat live prey.” “You still believe everything you heard growing up? Get it all out of your head. This is our world, no one else’s.” He settled next to her on the wooden bench, slouching sideways on one bent arm planted atop the table. “You were taught we only have one dragon partner for life because we want to foster the idea of destiny. You were also taught dragons are still immortal because we want our strength to be seen as everlasting. That’s just t

Raging fires encircled her like a protective wall. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, feeling empty, hollow, lost. She could hear the sound of laughter, a cruel, demented laugh. Turning her head towards the sound, her eyes reflecting the flames dancing as they were slick with tears. Stepping through the flames, she stalked towards the person laughing at her, her hands partially shifted into the claws of her dragon. Ready to tear out the throats of whoever had dared to mock her.