Fire Dragon King Mode Novels & Stories

she says and he steps up, slicing his hand. “Keagan is fire dragon and elf. The elf is primary, but the fire dragon will be the problem for you. Fire and water don’t usually mix well. It takes time and patience. You’ll feel Keagan’s earth first, then the heat of his fire when you push past the earth. Are you ready?” I look at Keagan who nods. “Ready,” I tell her.

This dragon in front of me looked like he would tear me apart. Draven grabbed my chin with his clawed fingers and forced me to look up at him. “The king is giving you to me as a gift. In return, I will help him destroy Vaelor. And while I do that, I will enjoy this soft, fat body every single day. I will fuck you until your belly swells with my young. I will make these heavy breasts leak for me. I will use every thick inch of you until you forget what Vaelor even felt like.”

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

He asked, pulling back to look at me as he cupped my cheek, leaning closer. My body pulsed with need as I sucked in a shuddering breath. Nodding my head, he pressed his lips against mine, heat moving over my skin as arousal pulsed through me. The kiss was gentle, slowly building up with each press of his lips to mine. His tongue was hesitant as it moved over my lower lip. Pulling back, I looked up at him, “Sin.” “I know you’re a fire walker, part dragon.” He rested his forehead against mine, “But when I saw you go up in flames and there was nothing I could do-”

During my time, however, I catch bits of information that pique my interest. While the Dragon King is the ruler of this land, there isn’t much known about him, or the Royal Family. I learned many things this eventing as I dusted cornices atop wobbling ladders. His name, Zarek Nightflame, rests heavily on my mind. No matter how much I try to ignore it, I find myself speaking it in silence, just to see how it feels on my tongue.

“Take him back to the lair and put him in our dungeon, Flint. Then, he’ll find out what it’s like to be a prisoner.” “Gladly,” Slate’s brother said. With his hands bound, the king stood trembling on the grounds outside of the castle, his clothes dirty from the time he spent beneath the castle. Flint shifted into his dragon form and latched his talons around the king as he took off, into the sky, holding onto the screeching King of Beelzanborg with his claws as he began the long trip back to the dragon’s homeland, a trip that was sure to be full of terror for the dangling human. Turning to one of his other warriors, Slate said, “Blade, I put you in charge here. I have another king I need to p

“Dragon King, I’d like to express my deepest apologies. From today onwards, I’ll be your dog. Woof! Woof!” James cringed and quickly urged him to stand up. “You should be more conscientious about your image. I’m the Dragon King and the Emperor. If word gets out about you kneeling and barking at me, the people of Sol misundestand. Get up now.”

“Yes, my love. Keep in mind that intergalactic time is different from earth time. A century there is the equivalent of a few years here.” “Okay, I get that part, but this whole galaxy thing. Was she not from Etheron?” Alford sighed as he explained the queen’s origins, the meeting of the king and queen, and her ancestral dragon relations. “I swear I’m living in a fantasy right now,” she said shaking her head and throwing her hands up in defeat. “I’ve got a queen for a mother that I’ve never met, that who only knows if I’ll ever get to meet. And not only a princess of an entire kingdom, soon to be a queen mother, but now you’re telling me that I’ve also got dragon blood running through my vein

The drop splashed against his pale forehead and the King pressed his thumb down onto the droplet. His dragon separated from him and he breathed his fire down on Nicu’s body. It was the first time I saw Florin’s dragon and I wasn’t impressed. He was smaller than Echo and I felt no pity for him. I was going to break him, piece by piece. We stood around the stone slab for the mandatory ten minutes of silence as we watched Nicu burn. His reception in the dragon realm would be anything but pleasant. I saw the King stare directly at me and with a flick of his head I knew he wanted to see me.

Jackson, leaning forward with keen interest, interrupted, “Does it happen instantly? Or does it take time?” Shaking his head with a mysterious expression, Dragon replied, “There’s no fixed rule. Sometimes, the feeling is immediate and powerful. Other times, it’s gradual, like slowly discovering a missing piece of yourself.” But Jerry, not entirely satisfied with the answer, gave Dragon a challenging look. Suddenly, he asked a question that was like a stone dropped into still water: “And you, Dragon? Who is your mate?”