Dragonheart Novels & Stories

I shake my head no with so little movement that I don’t think that any one else could see the gesture. “I Morbius Murdock reject you Julia Henning as my soul bonded mate and life partner” As the first word spills from my lips, I throw my dragon into the cage that I kept him in for years. I blink in horror as I watch as he is torn apart by invisible forces inside my head. I clench my teeth as my legs threaten to buckle from the pain in my chest. As expected my brother releases as furious roar as my mate screams.

In a world where supernatural species dominate professional sports, werewolf Alpha Jax Cole has built his legacy on strength and loyalty to his pack. When the Monster League drafts dragon Jude Stone, the first of his kind in centuries, old hatreds ignite. What begins as a fierce on-field rivalry quickly turns into a dangerous, magnetic attraction. As Jax and Jude battle centuries of bloodshed and betrayal, stolen moments and raw desire threaten everything they hold dear. With ancient clans watching and their careers on the line, their forbidden love could either heal old wounds or spark a war that destroys them both.In a world where supernatural species dominate professional sports, wer

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.

♠️ ETHAN ♠️ The warehouse smelled like rust and damp concrete, old oil, and now, the sharp tang of blood. We’d dragged Brandon to one of Dre’s safe spots on the outskirts of the city—a forgotten industrial shell where screams didn’t echo far. He was tied to a metal chair in the center, wrists raw from the zip ties, head lolling from the punch I’d given him earlier. Dre flipped on the single hanging bulb, casting harsh shadows across Brandon’s face. He stirred, groaning, eyes fluttering open to the nightmare.

Doughy from good living and laziness. Drakon is carved from granite. His chest is a landscape of muscle and violence. A jagged white scar runs from his collarbone to his ribs—a knife wound, old and deep. Another scar, a bullet graze, marks his side. But it’s the ink that holds me. A massive tattoo covers his torso. Wolves. A pack of them, snarling, fighting, running. They wrap around his ribs and disappear onto his back. It’s a masterpiece of shadow and ink.

He directed his speech to the doctor and ran out to that suspicious tunnel And he is bare-chested..sweat fills his chest and..muscles He entered quickly without caring. The tunnel or dungeon was very deep, behind him were the guards and men of the herd of Ultm - his Mate 's flock - " Alpha". Harry shrieked running toward a deeply fainted man, with many, many men near him, some of them dead - some dead - and others breathing hard, just like Jack. Zayn's gaze shook, cautiously looking at the place , "Harry let him go," ordering him and the rest of his pack to oppose him .

He motioned Trist to take him to the dungeons with guards. It was one of the darkest cells. The maid, she was young, beautiful. No doubt. Currently sitting in the rags of the shredded clothes. The food was untouched. And thrown in the corner. She bared her teeth at Swift who was calmly standing by the iron rods. "Why"? The floor boomed as Swift asked. She didn’t even flinch a bit. Standing up she was staring right in his eyes. "Faggot Alpha". She spit on Swift's face. Full of anger and hatred.

“Aurora and a dragon warrior’s daughter.” Drake stepped forward then, not aggressively, but deliberately placing himself at Elaina’s side. “And she did not come alone,” he said calmly and the four pairs of eyes turned toward him. He had let her speak because the was her battle but that didn't mean he wouldn't support her. Elaina’s voice strengthened by his presence, she glanced at him gratefully and said “This is Drake, he is the dragon Xavier captured. He has taken his estrus to build a powerful weapon that will reign terror on everyone”

He drove over to his other mansion, while making himself drunk he made a call "Armani I need three of those bitches right now. That old woman left me hanging" "Dex did you kill her?" "Not yet" Armani fell silent and hung the call. As requested three of his best ladies arrived at his house, each dressed almost naked. When the door was opened for them he left them to do what pleased them before he could start his own game but he still didn't feel pleasured even a bit. He yanked them taking them all at once, the girls groaned in deep pain. Dex hissed in fury. He dialed for Armani

Derora finally did what no dark mage had been able to do, the ritual ties your essence to the veratus and unless you have an essence that came from the immortal spring of chaos, you'd literary burn to ashes. A loud roar from the abyss brought her attention back to it, in a burst of flame and smoke, darathos the dratero, a dragon like being that looked like a cross between a sea serpent and a dragon with its long but muscular body and obvious sentience flew out of the abyss. Its skeletal wings flapping with flames and fury, it blew fire from the flaming animal skull head it had and burned in the sky. Derora watched as it gave an ear piercing scream and dove down while landing on the soft eart