Dragon Vore Stories Novels & Stories

Are you seeing this?!" the Lord exclaimed, "My cousin is back and she has a dragon with her!! How is this possible?! I thought dragons were extinct!" "So did I," Jarrod responded, "No dragon has been seen for centuries. And this one is helping the Princess. Then the legend must be true." "What legend? What are you talking about?" Ethan asked angrily. Jarrod began to explain the legend of the dragons... "Many years ago, dragons were common in our land. And all of them came to life the same way. They all were sons of the Queen Dragon. A human female that was the only one capable of giving birth to them." An image formed in Jarrod's mind; the Queen was kneeling on the ground, with a pregnant be

AURORA'S POV The wind stung my face as I soared through the night sky, carried by the powerful wings of the elder vampires. The clouds split around us like dark waves, and beneath, the world stretched endlessly—forests of shadow, glimmering lakes reflecting the pale moon, and mountains like jagged teeth. Beside me, the senior vampire, his silver hair whipping violently in the wind, flew effortlessly, his crimson eyes locked on the horizon. “Are you sure about this?” I shouted over the rush of air, my voice trembling. “Are you absolutely certain dragons even exist? I’ve never seen one. No one has! They’re just… just stories!”

I said, "Better get ready." That was when we heard Adam's warriors trying to sneak up on us. The dragons reported that the vampires were trying to surround us. We have ten dragons, on the ground, waiting for them. Vampire speed is faster than a normal werewolf's, but not necessarily an Alpha's, and definitely not faster than any kind of dragon. The dragons were on the edge of the wood line. They disguised themselves as boulders until the vampires were right on them. That was when they stood and started blowing fire directly on them. It didn't take long before they started defending themselves against this by trying to control their minds.

Filled with fire and volcanos as far as the eye could see. Until one day, when in every corner of the world, a blood-freezing howl was heard. No one knows how, but a great beast had made his nest at the top of the tallest Vulcano in Valaria. A dragon... It terrorized travelers for decades until a young prince from the southern kingdom set on an adventure to kill the beast. For years and years, no one heard from him and all assumed he was dead. Until the prince reappeared. Riding the dragon he tamed and bearing the flags of all the other kingdoms he conquered alone, building the empire of Valaria.

VAELORA tried to breathe, struggling to come to terms with her new reality. "No....." The word slipped out of her lips. A tiny whisper. "No!!" The words came out much more loudly this time. The entire arena had gone silent, both races watching with deep curiosity and high level awareness of what had just happened. Alpha king Draekon's beast had just claimed its second chance mate and soulbound. Impossible! The DragonBorns had offered the Werewolves the symbolical peace offering of a white horse, which Draekon had just slaughtered seconds before Vaelora showed up.

Elena asked, using mind-reading magic to read Drake's mind. "No, there were other enemies who helped Xac. The vampire king Zoro was one of them," Drake revealed, and the room fell silent. Vampires had not been heard of for ages, but they had been involved in killing many dragons to get their blood, which provided greater strength than any other blood.

"You do. It's just very weak and has been dormant for over 20 years. You need to awaken it." And so every morning, Ms. Moretti would make me take a boiling hot herbal bath. Then, I had to study dragon history, etiquette, and language. In the afternoons, I had to chant the spell to awaken my dragon power. Vorn, Vex, and Vyre, on the other hand, were living their best lives. They had completely let themselves go on Dragon Island. Vorn learned to pick locks with his tail and broke into Lorenzo's treasury three times.

The one my mother told about in the story. Seeing the diamond graffiti written in dark red liquid on its temple, I know it was that dragon. The vetrik Jihn drakon. Its chest began to appear red as if the beast swallowed tons of coals on its throat. Its eyes glowed dark while its huge snout began to open in what seemed to be prepared to release something.

Of course, he would take his werewolf seriously when they are indeed two peas in a pond. I have heard stories about Ravkans all my life. Although I had never seen any of them up close or had any reason to be in their vicinity, their legendary stories have preceded them. Weredragons with the heart of gold, they said. And would burn anything to the ground if there is a need for it. But at the same time graceful warriors, loyal too. I brush off my now scattered hair off my face, I looked back around the field where I had played practice as a kid. And when most of my burden started. I looked back at a pack that I once called my own.

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