Female Purple Dragon Novels & Stories

"What are you trying to suggest? Coincidence happen–” “That wasn't one. A dragon showing up at the academy to meet a new student can't be a coincidence , Roseline,” he replied. Still in deep thinking. Roseline shrugged and picked up her teacup. Her posture and movements spoke of elegance with which she acts. She wore a purple velvet dress which fell to her knees and her hair was styled in a wave and packed in a bun. With some strands out, the old lady didn't look like one. “I guess you're right. There was news that Vincent and that girl did leave with the dragon.”

Anala says, just as I hear a roar in the stadium. I turn and see that Morgan has shifted into a gorgeous blue dragon, the color of blue topaz, a water dragon. “Is she a pure dragon?” I ask, completely enthralled with her glittering scales. “Yes, she’s like me, hatched in a lab,” Anala says distractedly. The talking in the stadium has stopped and all eyes are on the claim below. “You are mine, Morgan,” Aithlin says stepping forwad. Morgan roars, water pouring out of her mouth like a heavy waterfall.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

The wolves gather around as Ophelia raises her hands and says, please Welcome our lost Dragon King and Queen. The wolves Howl around us as each of the witches binds our hand together with coloured ribbons; Ophelia’s is green, then a red one is bound around us, then a blue one, which I now know is the colour of Dylan’s dragon and lastly a gold coloured ribbon is wrapped around our joined hands, I raise an eyebrow unsure of why one is gold, Ophelia smiles as she says “Our Dragon heir” Our baby Dragon will be gold…. The head witch raises her hand to the sky before she says,

“That urge and desire led to Red Dragon fantasizing about female-dominant sex. He wants a woman confident enough to take the lead indoors, in private, during sex, but not in public. Never.” A shallow gasp escaped me. “Oh my God…” The words came faster than I could hold them back. Bianca chuckled. “He’ll never jeopardize his throne, nor let the world see him submit. But behind closed doors?” Her eyes held mine. The short silence that followed was needed to let everything sink in. “He wants a woman who can take his power apart. Who isn’t afraid to challenge him. Who can pin him down and take control like it’s hers by right. In the bedroom. Every fucking private corner. And he… lets her.”

From her statement, it seems she thought Drogo was a male dragon. "What?" She said looking confused. "Drogo is a female '' I said with a glare, Freya was taken aback. I wasn't surprised, she knew nothing about dragons, so she had no idea. "Drogo is a female dragon? " She shouted in horror, looking at me with disappointment. " Why on earth would you give a female dragon a masculine name? The name Drogo sounds manly" she said looking at me with disdain. Her words and actions rendered me speechless. " I heard that when a dragon is born you alone can give it its name. What were you thinking when you thought of Drogo?" She questioned. "Goodness! There better names " she said again.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

Saving Avery’s room for last since we doubted our dragons would be there, because she’s human; we walked together. I knocked lightly, but there was no answer; we looked at each other in silence. That was when we heard our dragons cooing. I opened the door. Laying on the floor next to Avery’s bed, were our dragons, and they were curled around this slightly smaller iridescent white and blue dragon with golden scales around its small horns forming a crown. The female dragon is rare and extremely beautiful, too. “Mate,” Carter says in my head.

And from the glittering shards of a ruby, emerges a small, hissing dragon. Small, smaller than Brandon remembers either Perseus or Orion being when they had just been born, but with sharper - deadlier - spikes and ridges along its spine and framing its face. The hiss the dragon lets out is far more terrifying, too, as though this dragon were truly all those treacherous things of myth, even as a newborn. Scales the color of a dark ruby. But what pulls Brandon’s attention - as incomprehensible as it is that anything could hold his attention but the birth of a creature seen only in lore - is Alcina.

He wakes upon our entry, but the moment he looks at Levi, he flaps his wings and flies over to him, landing firmly on top of the Prince’s head. “Oh, my gosh! He’s never flown before!” Levi couldn’t look more smug even if he tried. “I’ve always had a particular way with fledglings.” “Is that what you call baby Demons?” I sit down on the bed and draw my legs up underneath me. “I’ve been calling them fur babies.” “But they don’t have—” “—fur. Believe me, I know.” Levi reaches up and pries Dragon off his head. “Do you know how rare this female is?”