Gargoyles Dragons Novels & Stories

As I rounded a corner, I found myself in a vast chamber, its ceiling disappearing into the darkness above. And there, in the center of the room, stood two massive figures. They were unlike anything I had ever seen before – towering beings with scales that shimmered in the dim light. Dragons. Firewall and Borreload, the legends whispered. Firewall, the larger of the two, fixed his fiery gaze upon me. His eyes burned like embers, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Borreload, his smaller counterpart, let out a low growl, his teeth glinting in the darkness.

Gargoyles lined the path on either side of them, soft growls emanated from the stone protectors. "I told him he should upgrade these things. Why can't we have a three headed hound like Hades and Persephone?" Zalakai asked openly. One of the Gargoyles shifted its face from stone and bared its teeth at Zalakai menacingly. "Oh, how scary." He said sarcastically before he snapped his fingers. The Gargoyle grumbled into dust where it stood.

There were also a lot of large piles of clay and dirt because the beasts which were dying were turning into mud. All the werewolf ,bear, felin,bird ,snakes, dragon shifters, aquatic shifters , different element magic witches ,warlocks and faes and vampires were fighting. We divided into groups to attack the adorned building from different directions. The rogue dragons that were guarding the building from up in the air fly over our head blowing streams of fire at us . All the witches and warlocks created a strong shield with their magic. Ragland and a few of his clan members shifted in their dragons ,flew high up in the sky like arrows and attacked the rogues. Hot streams of fire were blowing

“Oh, my god…” The Dragon picks his pace pulling the chains that's got my nipples trapped. “Keep those eyes on me and whatever you do don't make a sound,” How can I possibly not make a sound when he's teasing my clit and finger-fucking me right now? As damn good as I'm feeling I bite back my moans and focus my gaze on his blue eyes that are still icy with anger. “If you hate Virgins so much then why are you still doing this to me?” My voice was normal until the end when I half moaned out the rest of my sentence and the dragon didn't look pleased that I even spoke at all.

My hand gripped the quill causing it to break. "Long ago, Dragons used to live in a place called Earth." My Mother began. "These dragons were eventually hunted, killed for the hide and their hordes of treasure. Humans didn't understand that we were just like them, had families, loved, and cared for one another. We were seen as monsters. Until one day, the gods made this realm, Bergarian. Our land is cared for here, the sky is clear, the world is untarnished by the wicked ways some humans abuse their world." "Mother, why did the gods let the humans live if they are so evil?" Mother tutted, picking up a clean piece of parchment.

His long coat moves softly around him as he crosses into this world, his bi-colored eyes immediately finding mine across the clearing. But he is not alone. Behind him— Others follow. Fae warriors step through the bridge in quiet formation, their movements graceful and deadly, armor shimmering faintly with ancient magic. And among them— Dragons. Not the dragons of Emberhold. These dragons carry the scent of the other realm, their wings darker, their presence heavy with the old power that shaped the world before the barrier was ever raised. They land along the edges of the clearing, watching everything carefully. The army behind my father is not large.

I muttered, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Suddenly, a deafening roar filled the air. I looked up and saw a massive golden Dragon swooping down from the sky, breathing fire across the battlefield. On his back were two shifted Lycans, one black and one white. It was King Drake, carrying Daemon and Adriana in their Lycan form. His arrival seemed to rally the forces of the stronghold. Having two Lycans riding a dragon and bearing down on you was terrifying, so it was no wonder the Purists began to falter. Their lines broke as they were overwhelmed by the combined strength of Dragons, Lycans, Wolves, Vampires, and Fae.

From outside the hovel of the Thregonad’s Master, a mighty, large Dragon of reddish color with golden sprinkled spots from its head to back; started to fly going up to meet the fully glowing Silver Dragon in the sky. All the Thregonad people kneel and vow down to Shelyca’s full bewilderment. “What is going on here?” she murmured. From the sky the two mighty Red with golden dots and silver dragons slowly soar down and land at the center of the fence, a few steps away from the altar.

While Gerald remembered seeing a picture of a similar instrument with pearls in the dragons’ mouths, these dragons had large copper coins in their mouths instead. “Please place your hands on any two of the dragons’ heads,” said Master Ghost. Gerald simply obeyed, and moments after touching the cold dragon heads, the eyes of all nine of the copper dragons began glowing in a green light! With how lustrous their eyes were, the nine dragons almost seemed to be alive. As Gerald continued looking at them curiously, he soon heard ‘clinking’ sounds coming from the instrument.