Feminine Beautiful Dragon Novels & Stories

, he said and flew out of the cave. "What's your name?". "Diya". "Are you hungry?". Of course she was, all that flying had made her famished. "Yes", she whispered. "I'm coming", she said. Diya dragged her by her arm and shook her head. "Please, don't leave". Malaysia nodded her head and shifted into a dragon. She flew out and came back quickly with a smaller drakaina behind her. They both shifted and the other girl looked at Diya. "This is her?. She's really beautiful".

Her movements were fluid and elegant, reminiscent of a supple mermaid weaving through the depths. Suddenly, the figure bursts from the water’s surface, sending droplets flying and casting a radiant glow. The next moment, a beautiful face adorned with crystal-clear water droplets and framed by long hair cascading like a waterfall. The sight was captivating, enough to ignite a fire in one’s heart. Faela, once hailed as the most exceptional and haughty prodigy in the Ying World, also earned renown as one of the Tai Chi world’s three most stunning beauties. She possessed both mesmerizing allure and formidable strength.

Her opalescent scales shimmered in the moonlight as she glared up at me. 'I am only a hatchling in this realm. My soul has been around for a very long time, taking the form of one familiar or another, but you are the first to be worthy of my true form.' Her true form? The egg shifted once more, and more of the shell cracked and fell apart until there stood a tiny dragon. She spread her wings, flicking her spiked tail back and forth at the remaining shell before once more looking up at me. She was beautiful. Covered entirely in shimmering opalescent scales, small horns pointed backward off her head as she raised it back up to look up at me, causing the spines running the length of her back to

The spikes along his head and neck were sharper, more pronounced and longer, and his talons looked deadlier. Lana's dragon was more beautiful and feminine than Draven or Adonis’ dragon. Her scales were a shiny golden brown, just like her hair. The spikes along her head and neck were shorter. Her body was thinner, less bulky and her tail length was shorter. Overall Lana’s dragon was a beautiful petite dragon.

At that moment , Charlotte , holding two glasses of wine , walked towards the balcony and remained surprised when she saw a woman talking to king Damien . ' Who is he talking to ? ' thought Charlotte surprised and peeked a bit at them . She noticed the dress and saw that it was a female dragon that approached Damien . The female dragon had silver hair , red eyes and had worn red lipstick on her lips . Her horns were grey and she had a powerful independent aura . Her dress was shiny and showed clearly how wealthy he was . ' What is this beauty doing here ? What business does she have with him ? ' thought Charlotte then looked at Damien shocked when she saw he had taken off his mask .

“The woman who bore the first Draken and gave birth to our people. We call her The Goddess.” Caelia’s gaze traveled past the statue to the enormous mural behind it, gilded in the same warm metal. The woman was depicted standing beneath an open sky, her long hair caught in a wind that swept the vast dunes behind her. A neat, rounded swell of her belly told the story of life growing within her. But what truly stole Caelia’s breath was the massive dragon curled protectively around her, its enormous silver eye fixated solely on her, its tail wrapped in a protective arc before her feet.

She is too cute. “Well, I’m assuming your scent will become stronger, especially leading up to it. You may become irritable, hot, and possibly violent. I know female dragons will fight their mates first before submitting, then they rut for days, sometimes even weeks. Usually, a dragon will take their mate to a secluded area until it’s over. A phoenix, well, I don’t know.” I tell her, gauging her reaction and she goes as red as her hair and I fight the laugh that is building. “Bedelia said … hold on. She wants to speak to you directly in case, and I quote, I fuck it up.” I laugh as she rolls her eyes at her phoenix. When I see her eyes grow brighter and I know I am now looking into the eyes o

The Lightning Dragon's sharp eyes immediately caught the reason for all this. "What he's wearing? Could it be some sort of artifact?" There was a greedy glint in the female Poison Dragon's eyes. She was a female, after all, and loved to look pretty. The female Poison Dragon was with the Lightning Dragon because he could always satisfy her with gorgeous clothes and accessories. The Lightning Dragon was a hundred times better than that bumpkin Poison Dragon who had no sense of fashion. Of course, as a cultivator, the female Poison Dragon also desired plenty of supreme-quality weapons and artifacts.

Her wings spread out of her back, beautiful ruby colored wings. “I have dragon scales too,” she says, and she shows me her arm. I watch as ruby red scales cover her arm. “Pretty cool, huh?” “They’re beautiful,” I say, reaching out then pulling my hand back. “You can touch them,” she says and I reach out, feeling how warm they are. It reminds me of Iniko and I suddenly feel sad. “For the record, her furry dragon is just as beautiful as her winged Lycan form. She’s the only one who doesn’t agree,” Fenian says.

She has long, blond hair and green eyes that shimmer like a green’s egg. “I’m trying to put this egg where the dragons asked me to. If you want to help, feel free to get off your dragon and help me. I know the blues aren’t as heavy as the golds, silvers, and bronzes, but she’s still a hefty girl,” the woman snaps. I slide off Bynjym’s neck. I don’t want to admit it to my dragon, but I’m sort of feeling drawn to this female too. I hear Bynjym snort in my head. Sometimes having a dragon in your mind feels very intrusive.