Fire Dragon King Mode Novels & Stories

The voice snaps at me before falling back into a deviant cackle. "I am yet to take from you." The voice growls. "Everything you have will burn, this I promise you Dragon king!" The voice spits my name with so much venom and yet I'm too weak to reply. "Who are you?" I rasp under intense pain. "You will." The voice replied with a sense of longing. "And you won't forget me until you draw your last breath." The pain is bone crushing, darker spots dance in my vision, I can't, I won't----

Marlo exclaimed. "You're invulnerable. It was supernatural power," the King prayed. He could feel the anger and threat. The assailants huddled close to them, chatting and waving all the while. King Draksil flew up between Marlo and Dax and came to a standstill. He then silently took their hands. "This conflict consumes all of our time and energy, so let's connect our palms to form a large ball of fire that we can strike at them with in one blow." They combined their strength into one at the King's order, and a fierce and destructive fire erupted around them. And a strange burnt-smelling silence spread throughout the entire area.

I resisted the lure and tried to wake my sleeping dragon again. "I was not asking."He said and his voice came out in layers,causing my attention to snap to him and i barely noticed her stir at the change. His eyes started to burn like liquid fire and his nostrils flared. He grunted in displeasure and shut his eyes tightly. I stood rooted to the spot,noting the way his skin flickered from its normal tone to being cloaked with fire,the way his claws retracted and grew out again and the quick appearance and disappearance of...wings.

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.

TWO WEEKS LATER... Zemora's POV I have been living the life of a Queen rather than a slave brought to be the King's breeder. My decision to form an alliance with the Dragon King was the right thing to do. He was a man of his words and full of action. Every night he dedicates his time to fill me up with his fiery seeds. I won't be surprised if one day, I start to spit fire. His drive for sex was on another level and when he started it, he always finished the next morning.

His lips landed all along her neck and trails down her shoulder. Before Venus realized it, Lord Bloodstar placed himself between her legs and began to fuck her hard again. Venus clutched his shoulders and wrapped his legs around the Dragon King again. She cried out and moaned during it all. His thickness filled her completely, barely fitting her. She trembled like a leaf on the tree as she felt the sharp tip and the ridges rail in her insides. Venus closed her eyes as she felt Bloodstar's lips kissing down her neck. His hands grabbed the back of her hair and holding her head to the side.

Mane flew towards Dragon King Bast with the armored dragon’s maws opened wide. “Illi, cuius nomen Summum est, vocatus es; veni, spiritus ignei imperatorii!” A large ball of fire made gathered within the dragon’s jaws. Dragon King Bast’s eyes opened wide when he saw this as his rage grew. The flames he saw were not yellow or Mane’s signature blue, but red flames that carried the scent of blood! As that fire ball formed, his desperation reached its zenith.

The king shook his head; he couldn't believe what Frenya was going to do either. The king looked at the fire in the dragon's throat that slowly began to spurt out—the dragon's fire breath. "No. I am a Harlow. That damn dragon won't hurt a Harlow. Even if it was another Harlow her rider ordered her to do so. I am a Harlow," thought the king. Slowly, for a fraction of a second, Frenya opened her mouth wider and wider, and more and more heat came out of her throat. "Even if the dragon meant to burn me, I've already drunk the blood of that witch's whore. I am as immune to fire as she is."

It was quiet and it created a safe space for her outside of the chaotic world. “Hmmm, do you know what number you are in the dragon kings history?” she asked. Drake paused a bit before answering, “I do actually, it would interest you to know that I am the 100th dragon king. I was crowned after the first dragon king; King Drake the 10th of Faulkner” “Wow! So only 10 kings have been crowded after Faulkner, why is that?” she asked, bursting with curiosity now, the stress of the musical play pushed to the back of her mind.

The pirates were just to fool them. " Tomorrow at noon, we'll arrive at RedShire. You'll be safe there." He encouraged her. RedShire? She was going to that place her father had always wanted for her. Now, he wasn't alive to see her excel more than anyone. " Does your kingdom have a King or Queen? I heard there are hundreds of dragons dwelling there," asked Minerva in curiosity. " You think so? Do you know about shifters? There are no dragons in RedShire, they are dragon shifters. Having the ability to shift into dragons," he said, making her understand.