Dragonball Z Fanfic Novels & Stories

Ziya encouraged me, blushing slightly. "Dargo, I accept Darcus and you as our mates," I declared, looking into Dargo's eyes. He appeared astonished at my words, and as soon as I spoke them, I could feel Dargo's acceptance of us as his mates. A tingling sensation of light and warmth surged through my body, confirming the bond. "I will share some of our strength with you, Dargo," Ziya offered. As the mate bond thread solidified, I felt my energy flow into Dargo, who grew more robust and healthier with our shared energies. A delighted smile appeared on Dargo's face after he was healed.

She was impatiently waiting for that moment to arrive again. With an animalistic growl, Dabria dug her fangs in Zaric's neck. She pulled her fangs out and started gulping Zaric's blood. After a few gulps, she felt satisfied. Dabria licked the wound on Zaric's neck until it was completely sealed. Without any warning, Zaric pushed himself all the way into Dabria. Her womanhood clenched as Zaric pushed his manhood deep inside her. Dabria arched her back while gasping loudly in pleasure. Zaric was licking Dabria's face with so much love, she couldn't resist but wrapped her arms around him and engulfed him in her warmth. As Zaric was with her, her heart was still beating. Whenever she was around

She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall. Fueled by anger, the Phoenix flew directly into the red dragon, slicing his neck open. He tried to sink his teeth into her, and she kicked him with both feet. He quickly sunk his talon into her thigh, and she screeched in pain. The dragon hit her in the head with his powerful tail and knocked her out. Cyrus had her now, and he took off with her in his talons.

Zephyr was the real dragon, and the real dragon was Zephyr! Just imagine! One was a Phoenix Blood Clan member who only had a trace of bloodline power, while the other possessed the purest power of a True Dragon. Wouldn't it be obvious who was stronger? Sure enough! Just as Feng Xiaotian persisted for about two minutes, his originally stable body began to tremble even more violently. In the end! Sweat began to seep out from Feng Xiaotian's forehead. His lips turned white and green as his body convulsed.

Releasing Azura, I took a step forward, knowing that he was someone I was going to need to deal with personally. “As you can see, you can’t win here. Just accept your punishment and perhaps in time you can earn your freedom back.” Slowly moving toward him, I kept my voice low, so as not to startle him. When his gaze met mine, I knew that there was no luck. He looked as if he was teetering on the deep end. His eyes flickered between half-crazed and half-freaked out. Before I could take another step forward, his body began to shift into Dragon form.

"I'm not a horse or a pet'' the dragon said '' I am your friend, talk to me''. Zutara raised her head to stare at the creature, who would believe that just two months ago it was barely the size of a large loaf of bread but now it was already as big as an extraordinarily large horse. Zutara sighed ''You know before I had you my life wasn't perfect but it was my life and mine alone, I decided what I wanted to do, wanted to eat, wanted to go and believe me, I love you but my whole life has changed and no one is giving me any time to adjust before badgering me with sword lessons and fire binding and water binding and other weird stuff, I'm always exhausted and my muscles are so achy everytime, a

I don’t know if it was because of his injuries, or that he was too taken aback by the giant fucking dragon surrounding his Mate. I couldn’t wait, I reformed the swords of ice into one long spear and charged again, this time aiming for Zelena. Before the tip of the spear was able to pierce her heart, I was stopped. The spear in my grip evaporated and my body was lifted off the ground. The dragon’s wings flapped as it lifted us into the air, not stopping until we were high above the trees. I tried to break free from Zelena’s hold, just like I did last time. But I couldn’t move, not even a wiggle of my finger. I shifted my gaze from the ground to Zelena and then my body. The hold on me wasn’t i

After that incident, the thoughts of becoming a dragon consumed me day and night. When I was a teenager, Meagan told me of the curse. She also explained how she came to finally love the dragon after he stole her from everything she knew. She wistfully said that one day a very lucky woman would be Tahr's mate, transcend, and fly by his side forever. I lived by those words. It didn't matter that the lucky woman needed to be a chosen bride; my imagination built a different story. One where I became a dragon. The mate stuff, not so much. I wanted Tahr but at the time I wasn't fully aware of what that meant. I wanted my own castle and land to control. It all changed when he held my hand and took

“Depends on what kind. Chatura only has one friend, and her name is Rani. Besides, there is too much of an age gap for the two of you to become friends. It’s already weird enough to have a friend two decades older than you. It’s weirder if they are female on top of that. I think you have enough girls hovering around you. If you add Chatura to that list, you would be known as a shameless man who accepts any female into your harem from eight to eighty.” Eight? Zen was about to retort, but when Damian started singing about strawberry ice cream in the same way Yelena sometimes did in her native tongue, he realised what the cyborg was referring to. “There is no harem!” Zen quickly denied and punc

They sing nursery rhymes and make bubble beards in the bath. When Damian is tucked into bed, and Liana and Draco spend some time catching up on their day. They talk about work, their plans for the weekend, and sometimes even reminisce about old memories. Which is mostly made up by Draco and fondled by Liana. He makes up stuffs from the past. Daya that he spent with Kiara. He smashed them with a human context and presents it to Liana on a golden platter. She closed her eyes, holds his hands and tried to see the things that never was with the eyes of her imagination.