Feminine Beautiful Dragon Novels & Stories

The boys watched in amazement as Dynaris Shifted into the most beautiful fiercest dragon they had ever seen. As Dynaris shifted into her dragon form, the air around her seemed to shimmer and transform. Her body elongated, her limbs morphing into powerful wings and claws. Her scales glistened in the sunlight, a mesmerizing blend of iridescent blues and greens that seemed to shift and change color as she moved. Her dragon form was unlike anything I had ever seen before. She was massive, with wings that stretched wide enough to cast a shadow over the entire courtyard. Her eyes burned with a fierce inner light, a piercing intelligence that seemed to gleam with a fierce power.

“How is this possible?” “It hurts,” I said, feeling tears fill my eyes. “Oh Amelia,” he said pulling me closer as he turned the water off, he leaned over grabbing a towel before wrapping me in it. “I think I figured out what else you are.” “What?” “You, my love, are a dragon.” He said, resting his hands against my cheeks. “It’s got to be very diluted, but it’s there, or you wouldn’t have been able to claim me. Only a dragon can make a claim like this.” He said, tracing his fingers over the pale angry marks on his chest with a soft expression. They looked similar to Marcus’ but different.

Secretly, he loved the fact that he could show off the fact that only he got to touch me. “I am certain that she does. I wanted to welcome all of you to Azure. I am Lady Lisbet. We have a special feature for tonight’s festivities, and I believe that you would definitely enjoy it. We have a female dragon,” she stated proudly. I licked my lips even though I wanted to just rip her heart out. A part must be played until I could actually kill her. “My favorite. What kind of dragon is she? Please tell me elemental. They are orgasmic,” I said, groaning.

She was not oblivious to the stares she received as she walked to wherever she was to begin her training. She guessed everyone was surprised to see a human in their midst. It was not that hard to think she was a human. She looked nothing like the dragon females. The female dragons were known for their strength, well-proportioned and healthy body, and also their ravishing, earthly, and dark beauty as they were not as white as the people from her kingdom. Though the people from her kingdom

He teases. I pause at his words; I have no idea why he thinks I've been meeting up with a woman. Could you consider a dragon a woman? If the stories are anything to go by then she should have a human form. It’s said that when a dragon takes on a human form their beauty is unparalleled. Would she be like the beauties from the stories? "I have no idea what lady friend you’re referring too," I mumble in reply. He comes up and slaps me on the back with his large bear-like hands and laughs.

Achilles waited patiently for her reply. As he waited for her to gather her thoughts, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty stood before him. He could tell that Seraphina’s dragon hadn't reached its full size yet but still, she stood tall at about 12ft tall, she was covered in pearlescent scales that looked smooth as glass and shone in hues of pink, purple and blue as the candle light flickered off of her body. A strange ethereal glow radiated from her body, Achilles couldn’t help but stare at his fated Princess in bewilderment, she was an angel, no, a goddess. As he looked up to her dragon’s face, he was shocked and joyous that he was looking into the same purple and blue eyes that he h

She kneels, both arms stretching out as though on instinct, moving with a hypnotic grace that seems in tune with the dragons’ movements as they clamber onto her palms without a moment’s hesitation. As though they belong there. Brendan’s gaze flickers between the dragons and Alcina, taking in the enchanted light glowing from the girl’s eyes when she looks down at the dragons. Begins to think that if these really, indeed, genuinely are dragons - born of the gems he’d procured, which had presumably been actual dragon eggs. Then this is something more than a mere connection between the dragons and the first face they’d seen. It isn’t something as simple as a matter of animalistic imprint unfoldi

She was hopeful that they would get back to her soon. All of the Mystic dragons were huge! They had a good ten feet on the other dragons. Kalamar’s silver dragon was some thirty-fucking-feet long. He radiated a powerful fucking aura. Holy shit. That was something special. He was the rightful ruler who would take the throne after all of this was said and done. I would expect no less. “I’ve been wanting to try something,” Beauty told me as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Hmm. What would that be?” I murmured, pecking those luscious lips of hers.

It was almost impossible. Conrad's skin burned at the thought of stripping the woman's clothes and shoving her onto her back so he could take her. He would enjoy her cries of pain and the feel of her nails clawing at him. He loved it when females fought him. He was a male dragon, after all, and enjoyed being dominant in bed and in life. Dragons did not breed with weak creatures. He would prefer a dragoness, of course, but they were increasingly rare and more resistant to the advances of dragon males than ever.

"May we keep her, Mother? May we please? She is the finest treasure." The dragon looks at me with stormy red eyes. I see the love she holds for her son and I see... pity. It hurts internally when I realize it's for me. I had no idea female dragons exist. If she loves her son, she can't be all bad. In the most scared voice I can muster, I beg, "Please, my lady dragon, rescue me from my captor. I beg mercy." She holds my gaze for the longest time before speaking. "There will be hell to pay."