Futa Dragon Novels & Stories

(Throltys) Throltys is a proud Dragonnewt, with 250 cm tall, muscular, and scale bound. He is bound to invoke attention from others, he is like a lizardman, but he is not, he is a Dragonnewt a race who is a direct descendant of a dragon. And they are not only smart but also abnormally strong, both magic and physique. Most importantly, the Earth Dragonnewt is undoubtedly loyal to me as their entire race was given to me by the Carefree dragon that lives behind my house back in New City. So in terms of performance and loyalty, Throltys is someone that I don’t even have to worry about at all.

“Name, Kuro. Species, Shishilian dog. Sex, male. Symptoms, Paralysis due to dull attack on the head and one broken foot. Suggestions, euthanize.” Darrion’s eyes immediately sharpened. “What?” - Rita stared at the pink dragonfly on Yuta’s thigh and Shoru in Jai’s arms. She felt slightly jealous of the two having the affections from these humans. She also wanted to be held. But Ruta wasn’t here. She puffed her throat and chirped a few times. Feeling quite weirded out by Rita’s sudden talkativeness, Yuta turned his attention to her. “Rita-chan? What is it?”

“We’re done, Queenie. All impossible now. You can’t kill King Jumuck alone. It’s useless to come here. So, what do we do now?” Queenie’s pretty face turned violent and full of cruelty. She looked at Fewa. “I will not kill King Jumuck myself. But the dragons and the dragon knights will help me. Isn’t that Fewa?” Fewa bowed her back and saluted Queenie. “Of course, the Queen. We’ll help you. Shall we go now?” Then, Fewa, The Little Dragon, turned into a gigantic dragon. Queenie and Leya were amazing at Fewa’s incredible transformation. Without further instruction, Queenie climbed onto Fewa’s back. Leya perched on Queenie’s shoulder.

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.

To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a vampire. "What's her name?" I asked, pointing at the woman on the broom. "Freya," she said, without looking up. "Your witch is really pretty." "She is," she agreed, still colouring. I looked at the dragon. It had been given gold scales along the edges and something that might have been fire coming from its mouth. "And the dragon?" "Flamie." She said it immediately, like there had never been any other option. She selected a darker red and added something to the dragon's wings.

Drake eyed her as if trying to see the truth written on her forward, then an idea struck him and he subtly smiled. Dragons had special abilities attached to their scaly fire breathing form and his was quite unique. It was called truth farming. It allowed one to detect the presence of lies or bad intentions from a person's words. Except one was from the dragon clan, they wouldn't notice it if it was used on them.

Hair black as night, kissed with streaks of impossible green, eyes like oceans that could drown a kingdom. "She seems pretty..." Fru blushed "Born from a red dragon and a golden dragon...whoa..she sure has the good genes doesn't she. Why would anyone call someone so pretty, huthra'vor? I feel this is jealousy at play. Petty creatures. Pretty sure the mockers are the ones with faces that screamed ‘abandoned by the creator', not Valia." Fru didn't understand why she was mad but she sure as hell wanted to test her fighting skills on some uglies.

Max stepped in front of me, facing Dragon directly, and said, "She will not go with you alone. I am coming too." "Humans are not allowed inside!" Dragon challenged. I took a deep breath and calmed down a bit before finally speaking. I wasn’t afraid of Dragon anymore, but I was worried about him knowing about my children and that they were his. I pushed the thought aside and said impatiently, "Max is coming with me, or I won’t go back!" Dragon did not utter a single word; he left with the wind, dressed in a blue suit matching the color of his eyes. He still exuded strength and had become even more captivating.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.