Dragon Vore Stories Novels & Stories

I asked flirtatiously. “You're not going to dissuade me,” Drago said before giving me a kiss on the forehead. “I do have something nice for you,” I said flirtatiously and lifted the dress to show off the stockings. “I hope you like it.” Drago whispered a curse between his teeth, and I laughed. When we got back to the party, I danced with my four mates, and in the middle of the dance floor, I had a vision of what my life was going to be like. I was going to have five children. Vampire twins who would be a pain in everyone's ass with their antics, a charming wolf would be central to their relationship, a sweet and kind sorceress would become a priestess, and a bad-tempered dragon would take af

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

I brushed the crumbs from my hands and looked toward the golden sea beneath the sunset. "Territory taken by force will eventually be taken by someone else." I turned to him calmly. "I just want to raise fish properly." "Lord, a merchant ship has brought news from far away." Captain White entered my shelter, his face looking grim. "What news?" "To the east, there's a large faction called the Dragon Court. They're absorbing every fleet they can find. To the west, the Deep-Sea Cult has appeared. They hunt tamed sea beasts, claiming that all marine life belongs only to the Sea God."

I lay on the dirty floorboards, completely helpless, listening to the heavy pounding of horse hooves outside. I have been sold again. Is this how my name will end an heir, has now been used by those who don't even deserve my look. Julian had poisoned me and handed me over to someone even worse. The Dragon King. Tales of the Dragon Kingdom, had reached the Averon palace when I was just a child. They were brutal, merciless monsters who ruled the northern peaks. If Evander was a terrifying beast, the Dragon King was a nightmare. After what felt like hours, the carriage finally jerked to a stop.

My vision blurred, and blood trickled from my nose as my mind fought to process the overwhelming scale of slaughter and dominance. ​Hold the line! I screamed internally, gritting my teeth until my jaw ached. I am Ronan Vane! No memory of war will break a mind forged in betrayal! ​I channeled the core of dragon flame in my chest, using its internal heat as a anchor to filter and absorb the chaotic energy. Slowly, the violent mental storm subsided. The memories of ancient dragon combat integrated smoothly into my bloodline, altering my spiritual presence and filling my veins with a richer, more potent dragon vitality.

Vic clenched his fists, testing how obedient his body was to him, and sat up in one jerk. Kim flinched, but didn't turn around. The Vistolet raised his hands to his eyes, examining the scales that covered them. Your story is like a fairy tale. Fiction, - he said dully. “I probably wouldn’t have believed you if it hadn’t happened to me myself. You said their hunt is not over. Who are they hunting, Kim, what kind of entity must be a magical being to provide energy to the whole world? - These are dragons, Vic, - the mage said almost inaudibly.

Time loses meaning and many go mad, begging for release from the unbearable cold. Everyone including children knew of the Demon King. The most popular tale that even babies could recite was that of the Carvon, Dravon’s special dagger, rumored to be cursed. It causes excruciating pain but leaves no visible wounds. It is so severe that such a victim won't ever be able to shift into their wolf ever again. There is no cure for the pain, there's always sharp stabbing sensations following the victims. The pain is always to remind them of Dravon’s power. With all these crashing through my mind, I embraced myself for the worst.

and with that he left her room. "I'll never get exhausted from seeing your face," Ava sighed "What did hell am I doing? I'm not falling for Vador,I'm not falling for the dark lord," and with that she fell asleep. The next morning Vador was seated at the dining table waiting for the maids to bring his food ,not that it was of much use,he needed human blood but had to cope with bags of blood as he was warned in the last council meeting against killing female vampires just to quench his thirst. He had killed over fifty female vampires in a roll.

"Hell, even the Black Mountain tribe believes that we also descend from dragons." “There was one similar account of the yeouiju. It is a folktale I heard during my training. It is a Chinese story that originated here in the other side.” Ryosuke said. Cai Kang isn’t aware of all the stories in the original world but they have similar myths and stories. “The Boy that became a Dragon.” Cai Kang realized. “I know that story. No need to tell me.” He immediately understood the story. It is about a boy who swallowed a yeouiju which he’d accidentally found and became a dragon as a result.

The huldra are sexual creatures, and the man would often be used until he dies. I’m not sure how willing Willow would be in talking to me. The dragons and spirits did not always see eye to eye. Though no war was ever declared, many arguments about who was the most powerful were had. The dragons told the spirits they needed to defend themselves against the creatures but offered to help reduce the human destruction by using different resources.