El Dragón Novela Novels & Stories

Creed I had one full day with Odessa before I had to leave to visit my brother’s tribe. She laid softly on top of my chest, her little pants of breath cooled the heat inside me. The fire died out after dinner and it was already late in the evening. I had pulled her to my chest, wanting her to feel the most of my heat. Her body stiffened as she laid on top of me, but it was the best way to keep her warm. I didn’t mind it either. My dragon had been clawing at the walls of my chest, begging to let him out. Having her close to my heart, my dragon’s heart filled his craving for her. He wanted her more with each passing moment and there may be a time I couldn’t pull him back.

"And what does Princess Elara think of all this?" Jagger shrugged. "Who knows? Royals rarely get a say in their own fates. But she'll put on a brave face, as they always do." I flipped through the pages, marveling at the intricate illustrations. "It's strange, isn't it? To have your life mapped out for you." "Indeed," Jagger mused, his tone unusually reflective. "That one covers the histories of dragons." He pointed to the book I clutched in my hands. "What do you know about dragons?" I asked, taking the last bite of my marchpane before joining him on the long chair. I settled in, resting the book on my legs, and began flipping through the pages, each one revealing dragons of various colors,

Drake’s eyes lit up when he saw the book, the blazing orange was hard to look at but was mesmerizing all the same, “The path of the one and the end of the thirteen, I never thought I would get to see it,” “You can be the one to translate, I never was good with enochian,” Ellie said with a smile as she slid the book to the entrancing Dragon-shifter, “So, you're really going to give us a history lesson, right now?” questioned Valaria as her amethyst eyes darted between Drake and Ellie,

It began to descend. Its massive wings beat slowly and sent gusts of hot metallic air over them. The Hounds on the shore hurried back. Some dropped their weapons. Elidra’s mind raced as panic pressed close. The dragon was a force of nature, a creature from old stories. They could not fight it. But to give up her child? The child that came from both her and Cassian, born of love and violation? The choice felt impossible. Then a new voice spoke. It was thin and cracked, but it carried clearly across the water from the island with the broken tower.

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

Thane Drogos "Have you ever wanted to ride a dragon?" I asked, wading in the deep water. I noticed how she eyed me, eyes darkening, desire present on her face. "I believe I already have." Evie raised an eyebrow, chewing on her lower lip. I laughed. God, I loved her. "Then how about this—have you ever wanted to be fucked by a dragon on a mountain of gold?" Her mouth dropped open, eyes widening as she put two and two together. "You're taking me to your hoard?"

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

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

She quickly closed them and didn’t see my own eyes flash yellow as Abeloth surfaced. “Nova, what are you?” I asked her as I tilted her head upwards towards mine. “I’m different too, you can tell me anything and everything, I’ll always believe you.” “Your eyes,” she said breathlessly as Abeloth pushed forward again. I could feel him reach out to something and then pull back. “I’m dragonkin Nova, Abeloth is my dragon,” I said. “Dragonkin …” “I wasn’t lying when I said I love you Nova, I’m not going anywhere and I’m not going to let you run away from me either,” I said and tightened my grip around her.

With a final, reassuring glance at Alexander, I retreated to the sanctuary of my room, the weight of the diary heavy in my hands. I closed the door softly behind me and settled onto my bed, the anticipation building as I opened the worn cover. The first few pages were filled with my mother's elegant script, and I could almost hear her voice narrating her past. As I read, I was transported back to a time before I was born, when Everly was a high-ranking dragon in the northern Dragon Kingdom. The vivid descriptions painted images in my mind, and I found myself lost in the tales of her courage and the brutal politics of her homeland.