Dragons Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Jasper said with a shocked look on his face. “This is what I basically did in the unit,” I said and they all looked at me with new respect in their eyes. I led the girls outside and we got them safely in the cars and Abeloth separated from me again. Bazzoit was standing next to Lucas and together our dragons made quick work of the house after we’d dragged the four vampires inside. “I’ll fly back with you,” Lucas said as he climbed up Bazzoit’s leg. I climbed on top of Abeloth and he took off into the night air. Lucas and I couldn’t talk to each other but I knew the two dragons were communicating.

She stood up and kick the middle pile of barrel that made it scattered and revealed her. Drakaina looks very happy when she saw the face she was looking earlier. “Finally, so you really want to live that bad, huh? Let’s just hope that you can at least put a scratch on me.” “Luck for you, I’m not just thinking of giving you a scratch,” Kadita said. Fierce as ever. “Bring it on, fish!” Drakaina quickly made two fire balls and attack Kadita as soon as she had the chance. With great flexibility, Kadita dodge to the left while she grabbed some sands in her hands and threw it to Drakaina that made her blinded.

Her cry echoed ,mingling with the rising symphony of moans around her. On another bed, bathed in flickering torchlight, an intricate knot of bodies began to form. Two male slaves, one scarred and grey haired, the other younger, must be in his twenties, and cream haired, circled a dragoness with fiery orange hair. Qerev'nrys realized they weren't fighting over her, instead they were communicating with rough grabs and possessive growls at the dragoness's command.The grey drake seized her hips, spinning her to face the younger one.The cream haired slave grabbed the dragoness horns that had sprung out in excitement, forcing her head down towards his rigid cock. Simultaneously, the grey drake pos

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

She looked at her mate again, tilted her head in confusion. "Baby... You're in your Dragon form" Dragon. I'm in my Dragon form. I'm a dragon! Adrian knows. He knew I'm a Dragon. "You're a dragon and my mate. My true mate." His mate. There he says it, he knows. He.. knows already... Tears brimming in her eyes, she whimpered sadly while looking down. He will reject me.. he will leave me... But then a finger brought her head up, and she fell deep into her mate's orbs. She was frightening, she was worried about her luck. Her mate will-

Creed smirked, “There is this thing that happens between dragon mates that I want to try with you. I never thought that it would work between us, but when I saw the fire on your hands I thought, maybe.” He hesitated for a minute while he searched my face for a reaction. I just smiled and waited for him to continue. “When dragon mates combine their fire, it’s supposed to be an intimate moment between the two dragons, but it’s a way to heal your mate. Don’t worry, it won’t complete our bond or anything, but it’s been said that it brings you closer. When our fire combines, it lets out some kind of power that will engulf both of us as it heals you. I don’t really know what it will feel like. I’v

’ I wrote on the leather. “Dragons are possessive. They want what is theirs no matter the cost,” Amora sighed heavily. “Males apologize after and try to make up for it, but that is just how it is.” I shook my head again. ‘No, I love her, no force.’ I wrote again. Amora’s eyes filled with a look of uncertainty, maybe thoughts of her own past. Could Adam have forced himself upon her when she turned eighteen? Surely this isn’t the case with all dragons. My mother showed so much love to her mate when I was old enough to understand.

I say. “I had no idea,” Flavius responds. “Alira plays a major part in dragon culture. Anyways back to the story, I was going to tell,” I laugh at myself for getting distracted. He nods, urging me to continue. "Thousands of years ago, before dragons or humans walked the Earth, there was a goddess, Alira. Alira was the goddess of war, fire, and wrath. Though she was powerful, she was also lonely and jealous; many of the other gods had created their own races to live on earth, such as the fae and the elves. Alira wanted the creation of her own. Thus, she made dragons. She was very proud of her creation, as the dragons were everything that the other races were and more; they were beautiful, str

Sylar walked up to me and opened the bottle up. "This is catnip. Dragons are sort of like cats, big cats. This stuff will make any angry dragon calm and relax with a huge smile on it's face. You can give him a pinch of this to play with when he's angry, hard to handle, or misbehaving. You should keep this on you at all times. I should warn you though that older dragons get too happy from this and it'll drive them to want to mate so make sure you don't give this to him when he's older because it won't work. Trust me, you don't want to see a dragon in his mating season. That's where a typical dragon is depicted. Hoards of treasure, possessiveness, dominance, fire, massive size, a huge bed to g