Feminine Beautiful Dragon Novels & Stories

Inara stood beside her, pale and anxious, mouthing please don’t start a war. Too late. For the past few days, I’d done my research, what little the archives allowed. The baby dragon, a female of ancient blood, was one of the last of her kind. Her energy was connected to forgotten magic that had once stabilized realms. She was both terrifying and precious and now they wanted to take her apart like an experiment. Not happening.

- She said. — Besides which you have eternal life to try. - He said. - Do you think so, Dark-Dragon? Circe asked. - You are a beautiful woman. - He said. - If you want, you can take anyone. - He said. - I'd conquer anyone I wanted. - He said. - More beautiful than Selene. - Said Dark-Dragon. - Intelligent. – He was testing the ground and kept sucking up and praising “And you have a beautiful, statuesque body. - He said.

A tempest of shadows filled the sky, and the raw power of his blows whipped up a storm within a meter radius. A dragon-shaped specter, wrapped in crackling lightning, emerged overhead, its roar thundering across the sky. With a sound akin to a dragon's cry, the phantom surged forward, its energy threatening to tear the world asunder. Boom! The dragon clashed with the woman's sword, the impact shaking the very foundations of the earth. A second later, the woman staggered, blood spilling from her lips. Her mask shattered, revealing a face of breathtaking beauty. Her green robe was in tatters, revealing glimpses of her flawless skin, as delicate and pale as the finest porcelain.

The next second however, her mouth dropped from surprise as two attendants—the weathered man and another woman who seemed to be serving as an apprentice—led out a dragon—her dragon. Daegal’s dragon, though about fifty years old, was fierce, large, and intimidating. Nezetta’s was young—only twenty-five years old—beautiful and almost adorable. So, Naomi expected the beasts to have some level of distinctiveness but she wasn’t prepared for the sleek, elegant, and powerful animal that was presented to her.

There is a medium-range green dragon by his back, two humans on top of it, and two beside him. “Aw, how sweet,” said a seemingly at her mid-30s woman as she sat on top of the dragon. “The slayer has a prince charming. I’m so jealous.” She uttered in a flirty way. She’s the only woman in the group and has short brown hair. She has a well-built figure with a scimitar sword attached to her belt.

I know on a subconscious level that there are more types of dragons in the world than Earth, Air, Water, Fire, Sun, and Star, but knowing is not the same as seeing. Even the Queen’s court is surprisingly diverse. Seated amongst her handmaidens are at least two Kraken, a sand dragon, and an exceptionally rare phoenix sun dragon--most like selected to show she has moved past the Luxandra’s dark past of capturing and enslaving Royal Sun Dragons. There are also other noble creatures beyond anything I have ever seen.

I ask. " There," he says, and I look up where he is pointing. I don't see anything. Oh, wait. I see a little lightning bolt slowly turning into a shape, but as it comes closer, it gets more prominent, and I realize it's a sizeable, slender dragon. It has beautiful shimmering silver scales and piercing eyes. " It's beautiful," I breathe, unable to tear my gaze away from the captivating dragon.

murmured another, thoughtfully rinsing a robe embroidered with scaled sigils. Nalea nodded eagerly. “But not anymore! She’s now six and a half feet, and curvy like a sculpted goddess. Her hair still burns red, but her eyes have changed! It's now red with molten gold! You can tell how powerful she's become! Oh I'm so enviouss.” “No matter how envious you are, you can never be as magnificent as the dragons” The gray-haired woman chuckled. “They are in an entire league, far from what even dreams could touch.”

“Those doors are my nemesis.” “Really now,” she chuckles. “And I thought my brother Primus had that honor..” As I blink my eyes all the way open, I see that standing next to my bed is one of the most uniquely beautiful creatures I have ever seen. She is obviously a dragon, or drakaina to be more precise, not only because of her incredible height, but her otherworldly beauty. She has black hair and horns that glisten like polished stone, skin as pale as pearls, and eyes as red and deep as fiery coals. She has all the poise of a fine lady, every movement graceful in the way that only dragons have mastered, poised and elegant draped in a tightly corseted gown of ruby red satin ornamented with p

Five dragons. I’m surrounded by five dragons. Well, four dragons and one asshole. Kaylani and Zephyr are gorgeous women, I guess that’s a dragon trait, but they are nothing compared to my mate. She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. But this little dragon in front of me…I don’t what it is. I’m so drawn to her, feeling a pull to her in a way that I’ve only ever felt with Tana. Maybe it’s because I’m mated to a fire dragon that I’m drawn to them?