Romans & histoires Got Drogon

Draco growled. Daemon frowned. "You're reassigning my responsibilities?" "I'm reminding you that we have an intruder." Draco answered back. Daemon grin and said, "The intruder isn't flirting with me." "The Crimson Mistress isn't your assignment." Draco roared. Draven failed to suppress a laugh. "Oh, this is getting entertaining." Daemon looked between Draco and me before a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I see." Draco remained expressionless. "You see nothing."

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

she moved her attention to the other side of the plate, "These are dragons. And this here, what looks like a modest crown…." "Ok, honey, but what this all means? What is it?" Ethan was the first one to voice what everyone thought. Once she was back on the sofa, she spoke: "Roughly? A daughter of the dragon will tame the fire. And I'm pretty sure that fire here is not a literal fire." Everyone took their seats, still not understanding what this was all about. Kate and Richard were staring at Sarah long enough for everyone else to notice, so they looked at Sarah too.

Just then the sky cackled and the very first droplets of rain in a long while hit his back and doused the flames all around him, the rain couldn’t quench the embers of pain in his heart however. Raisel knelt on the floor in the open land, heart-wrenching sobs coursing through her body. It was more the betrayal than anything else. She had been stunned to find out he was a dragon, more so that he had kept it from her but she couldn’t deny that she missed him already.

Together they rolled around, fists flying as they pummeled each other. The ginger warrior watched her mate battle with his former friend and it hurt her heart to see him have to kill the very person that he had trusted all of those years. Poor Zarek, the proud and strong Dragon King, forced to kill his only family.

A loud crack of thunder split above the roofs, as Draekon's angry beast made his way towards Vaelora. "No no no!!" Zayn rushed out, trying to hold him back, but was unceremoniously thrown off. Zayn flew backwards, hitting his back against the stony walls leading to the dragon's lair. Just then, Andronikos let out a loud snarl. As Draekon got closer to Vaelora, Dione rushed in, standing in front of her. Nothing had provoked Draekon's beast more. He flung his arm against Dione, his sharp claws leaving behind a ravaged, gaping gouge, that exposed torn muscles beneath, as Dione fell at the other side of the foyer in unconsciousness.

His dragon wings burned, his body staggered, blood spilling from his mouth as he fell to the ground. Daran approached the barely-moving Luke and snatched the dragon’s tear pendant from his hand. Then, he knelt in front of me. "This belongs to you," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. I took it with trembling hands. As I touched the pendant, lost memories flooded back into my mind. My parents, my friends, Aland, Daran, Owen—everyone who mattered to me returned. Before I could say anything, Daran stood up. "Our contract is over, Jonea," he said, avoiding my gaze.

A loud growl sounded from the far side of the house, and the sound of heavy paws hitting the marble floor followed. “Mommy’s home,” I called out and walked to the pet food cabin, took out some goodies, and turned to find gold eyes staring at me. I smiled and walked to my fur baby, a beast on four heavy paws and a whole 300 pounds of muscles. Drogon was a six-year-old tiger I had adopted, after rescuing him from the wildfire in Australia. He was a big baby with heavy muscles, snow-white fur with midnight black stripes, and I loved him more than life itself.

She told me that it had been a while since her dragon was out. “I just worry. I haven’t shifted in so long.” I state. “Everything is going to be fine. My dragon is terribly excited to meet Gemma.” Dray says. “Oh shit, I just realized that I don’t know the names of your dragons.” I blurt out. “Grendel is my dragon's name,” Dray tells me. “My dragon’s name is Haldor,” Drake states.