G Dragon Fanfic Novels & Stories

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Thane Drogos "Have you ever wanted to ride a dragon?" I asked, wading in the deep water. I noticed how she eyed me, eyes darkening, desire present on her face. "I believe I already have." Evie raised an eyebrow, chewing on her lower lip. I laughed. God, I loved her. "Then how about this—have you ever wanted to be fucked by a dragon on a mountain of gold?" Her mouth dropped open, eyes widening as she put two and two together. "You're taking me to your hoard?"

"They... the dragon brides who are chosen, will indeed live happily together with the dragon as his mate. It's just that, after the brides give the dragon offspring, then it's time they will be gone. The dragon will burn them alive. Without thinking about the pain of death by burning." "And I won't die by burning alone, Alexander." I quickly rose to stand right in front of Alexander. I still looked at him coldly. "I will survive. Even if the dragon were to burn me, I would still live. And yes, I'm even happier if the dragon chooses me as his mate. Because my own mate no longer even wants me here. Even by making a very cruel slander, and treating me arbitrarily. It would be much happier and w

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang

Either way, I'd suffer. Normally, I'd take it. But with a child in me, I had to think twice. I looked up at her. "Hawthorn is bad for a dragon's baby. I've got a recipe that'll help your child grow strong. Don't you want them born faster? Once they're here, no one can challenge your position." She might doubt others, but I'd lived with these dragons for years in my past life. She had to take my words seriously. She despised Horace's princess consort and wanted her child born sooner to secure her glory.

“She and a few others got mixed up with the dragons. Not the big guys, just some of the little ones, what do they call themselves? Amphithere. They’d been going to some sex club down in the city, and Sean said she had been getting into some pretty heavy stuff, experimenting with silver. Silver play, drugs laced with silver… I felt her death, Daniel, it was slow and painful.” Daniel had heard rumors of the dragon underground sex clubs. All dragons, no matter their kind, had a voracious appetite for lust, greed, and destruction. The clubs allegedly helped them channel that in safe, consensual ways, but there were always dark whispers about the full truth of that. He filed the information away

Valmore nodded, accepting what Mallik just said. "We only know about fairy drifters, we don't know about the dragons. Dragons are a race born in fairy, so it must be true. Only drifters have the ability to see us, so it must be true. It must be that Dragon drifter who tripped the drifter sensor" Valmore agreed. Mallik thought the same thing. "It's not the only thing I came across this time. I heard gossip that this dragon drifter's mate looks like the late princess Catherina and she must be Catherina's missing daughter" Mallik shared about the gossip that the entire summer realm is whispering about.

“Let’s fly. We need to exhaust me so that I can shift back and confront my other dragon. Even I know the laws of being a dragon. He was born from an egg, he definitely knows.” “Yes, he does. It makes me angry, but I’m going to let you handle it because I know he’s your dragon too, and I know that you care about him.” “Not nearly as much as I care about you, my mate,” I say, nipping at his wingtip and then arching up into the sky. We play for hours, chasing and nipping at each other as we play a dragon’s version of tag. The sun is long gone when Ancalagon says we need to land, that it’s time for me sleep.

The ancient dragon energy channeled by Ignis invaded my chest cavity, wrapping around the broken remnants of my old core and tightening like an iron fist. ​Crack. Shatter. Turn to dust. ​ The core that had defined my life as a crippled outcast, the source of all my weakness and humiliation, was pulverized into absolute nothingness under the dragon's power. The void left behind was agonizing, an empty black hole in my chest threatening to consume my soul. ​Now, Ignis commanded, his voice echoing like rolling thunder, inhale the fire of the deep and forge what comes next! ​Following the instinct awakened by the ancient dragon, I drew in a massive breath of the scorching abyssal air mixed with