Dragon Vore Stories Novels & Stories

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

Gore relaxed in his chair, going over the papers in front of him, trying his best to ignore his father. He sighed after reading a few lines; it was just profiles on women his father thought were potential mates. Gore took up a book that held the 'Rules,' going over the part about having a mate to see if he missed something. (There are over a hundred different species of lore beings.) Gore skipped the long list, which told him about were-cat, were-hawks, and so much more. (A lore being can find their other half not only among their own kind but also among the other lores, or even humans.)

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

My thoughts get more mucked up as I shower and start to get ready for the day. I joined a University here in Draphend to try and fit in as much as possible while I'm here. The university has some very interesting courses regarding myths, legends, and the supernatural. Maybe I can find out more about myself while I'm here. I have so many questions I need answers to. Once Mr. Draven informed me they were vampires I read as much as I could on the topic in their library downstairs. Mr. Draven assured me that I was safe as they no longer dined on humans but instead hunted animals to quench their thirst for blood. I assured him I felt in no danger but I still wanted to know everything I could and

Maybe she’d had an accident at the cottage and had knocked herself out, or was sick and having a fever dream… The sex had been very real though. And just thinking about it made her body ache for more. “Dragons can take human form,” he told her. “As can the mer, and werewolves.” “Oh,” she wasn’t sure what to say to that. “That makes sense.” “You know nothing of the world that you inhabit,” he observed, his eyes on her face. She glanced his way and found him smiling, his eyes gentle. “I will enjoy showing you.”

“You’re heartrate didn’t increase once, you never once felt under pressure. It’s a great soldier that can remain calm in the face of death.” “I’ve been trained well.” Sorin’s compliments were welcome but it felt like more than that when he had said it. Five teams managed to reach the fifth building but none of them were able to slay the dragon. All in all Dorin seemed happy with their progress because honestly most of them had never fought a vampire or a wolf. Fighting a dragon seemed so far-fetched to most of them that they had no idea what to do with it.

She looked up in deep thoughts and then her features sags in defeat. "Very well then." She tells me. "I'll tell of what I know." And thus began the tale. 'There was a time when we thrived , a masterful race of warriors, our abilities left us god-like and powerful, and we stood next to gods as the magic sung in our veins, and it was a great pride to one of the Mage folk. But power comes with envy and envy left long enough comes with it's own destruction, it started with the Elder Dragon Dracul, the name for which your lover now bears, He and the first King of the West, it was they that begun what would be known as the Great Decimation.

I yell, watching as the harpoon turns toward Ylys. Bynjym screams angrily and a bronze dragon, Vyctyr, who is closest to the turret where the harpoon is located, flies down, snatching the soldier manning the harpoon into his mouth and swallowing him whole. I know from experience that the dragon will vomit up the steal of the soldier’s uniform later.

Ava's voice was low, and she spoke each word slowly. “Is there a way to change the outcome?” I leaned forward to see that Cyran’s forehead was creased with worry. “It will depend on the course of action that is taken. There are two paths. One is Arion kills you, again but this time you die for good. Following your death, Dragons will start dying randomly. It won’t happen at once, but rather every few days a handle full all around the world will start dying. Other Dragons will begin to panic and wreak havoc on the world.” Ava paused and I thought she was done talking until she started again.

I asked with wide eyes. "Have read the stories of Dragons?" Azian began calmly, he didn’t seem to be too bothered, his fingers casually running through my hair, “tales of Big fire breathing leviathans that destroy towns and leave nothing. Mad dragons, those some even called Wicked, Greedy… "he finished slowly. My eyebrows furrowed, what had this got to do with Legion? What had happened to him?