G Dragon Who You Novels & Stories

“I saw your eyes glow and… smoke. You were breathing smoke.” He shuffled his feet as he looked over at me with an intense expression, "Well… my name is Kieran. Kieran Dzianis, known to the world as the heir to the Dzianis fortune. But really…" he paused, allowing his eyes to glow as he watched me. I sat up on the couch reacting to him revealing who he was. "I am actually a dragon." "What?" I scoffed in disbelief thinking this was all just one big joke to get me to bring my walls down brick by brick. How could this be? "You look very human to me."

He just laughs making Mitalonys growl. “Now why would that happen?” “Dragons don’t like being locked up,” I snarl. His eyes widen in shock making me smirk. “So, you’re a dragon then,” he growls and suddenly the room is empty. I yell in frustration and bang my fist against the door. Damn it Mitalonys!!! How could you tell him! I snarl, furious with my dragon for making me confess. He would figure it out eventually, besides, even though he knows you are a Fire dragon, he doesn’t know that you are a Fury dragon, he reasons.

Kylie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all, Delores was speaking of dragons, beings that were so powerful that their mere presence in her world was enough to tip the scales of war. A dragon was not something that could be easily ignored, and she doubted that the entire world of Beastmen put together could even put up a fight when faced with a dragon. Besides, one of the greatest Beastmen clans had a dragon as their descendants; yet Delores was referring to them like she did insects.

“Drake mentioned it to me. He said that because I’m using human techniques, I can’t seem to be able to draw out my uhh ‘inner dragon’ as he says. So I’m asking you, who is a dragon, what do you know about draconic power?” Gilas stayed silent for a while as if he was thinking. “Forgive my lord. I do not know. I was born with such power but this is the first time I’ve heard about it. Perhaps I’ve been using it this whole time but I do not know of any techniques or method to it, forgive me.” “Is that so? That’s fine then. I have something else to ask.” “I will answer it as best I can.” “What do you think about me?”

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

added the prince’s aid. “Don’t mind if I do!” Dorin said with a smile. [Dorin!] wrote Seb. “Dragon! Come here!” Johan called the young dragon who was busy catching tossed fish from Xander and Venet. He cut a big piece off the dripping hotcake and showed it to Dagon. Dagon eagerly made a summersault, turned into his human form, and ran to Johan’s side, opening his mouth wide. The room fell quiet. Johan dropped the now empty fork. He looked at Xander, then at Dorin and Seb.

Gideon was recruited similarly by his handler Cameron. Dragon is about six feet tall with dark hair and dark as sin eyes. No one really likes to work with him because of his intensity. Years ago, I was partnered with him on a mission, and it was not good. We barely spoke during the mission. And all I felt was unease throughout the whole experience. He was methodical and efficient in his kills. I had never left so much blood in our wake. Once the mission was done, we went our separate ways and never met again. But it took me a long time to get over the nightmares of that mission.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

He asked himself questions. As the crowd was finally calming down, the sound of wings flapping was heard and everyone turned their heads up. Jordan and Grigor didn't get shocked to see the white dragon but the same couldn't be said about the rest of the Westhund pack. Luna Collette mouth gaped, “A dragon.” She murmured, not expecting that she would live long enough to see the majestic fire breathing creature. Jordan explained before panic settled among his pack. He said, “It's ok. He's an ally.”