Got Drogon Novels & Stories

The same dragon that had scared the shit out of everyone in the selection. Fear coursed through me, my body falling to the ground. Had Adam figured out my deceit? Had the dragon prince tracked me down so quickly? Had he sent Drogo to end my escape? However, the fear I felt was fleeting, replaced by an eerie stillness and an overwhelming sense of tranquility that I felt on my own first personal encounter with the dragon. It was as if Drogo meant me no harm.

he hissed, but I held on to the young dragon with all my might. “First release Leandros.” He didn’t, and I saw red. His spear scraped Leandros’s neck, and I did the same to his son. Drako thrashed against my hold, shifting into his dragon to kill me. It was impossible for me to hold on to him. He whirled around and spit fire at me, making me jump away and throw the poisoned spear in my hands at him to save myself.

’ Draco Dragon growled loudly In meantime I tried to stand up from King Sargon chest… however when I moved King Sargon tightens his arms which were snaked around my waist…. His action confused me but Draco Dragon growling sound kept my sanity “My King…… I… I.. want to get up” I shuttered and tried to get up Seeing my struggle King Sargon let go of my waist and I hastily stood up and turned to look at Draco Dragon who was flying in circle right above my head in circles…

Azura- “Are you ready?” I knocked on the bathroom door, where mine and Cyran’s sixteen-year-old daughter was getting ready. “Almost!” Angel yelled although it wasn’t necessary since I could hear her clearly. Tonight was the anniversary of Dragon’s becoming exposed. Everyone called it D-day. This meant that now that Angel had her Dragon, she could fly with her father for the first time instead of as a rider. I was a little envious of them now that they could fly around freely. Somedays I wished that I had become a Dragon and could fly with them.

Gone. Corven gets slashed multiple times,distracted by my fall and his concern for me. And as the masked fighters barrel up the stairs towards Ingrid and Greta,I shout and scream for my dragon. And I'm met with hollow silence. Silence.

With a wiggle of her fingers, she disappeared, leaving Demelza to fend for herself. 2. "I'm getting too old for this Gio," Con grumbled as the two friends gingerly poked their heads above ground, " If one of those bloody dragons eats me, I promise I'll haunt you forever." Gio suppressed a grin as he looked around in awe. Con wouldn't be Con if he didn't complain.

Acid dripped into the wounds of the naked couple laying on the ground. Today was the day one of the male Toboki dragons was to mate with a female dragon from another tribe hoping to create more female dragons. Something must have gone horribly wrong in the exchange. “And you let her go to another species,” I lept forward, pushing the dragon away, once a loyal member of the tribe. My teeth found his neck and snapped it in an instant. He fell to the ground. My jaw clamped over its neck, ripping it from its body. Throwing its head to a nearby fire, my body turned to the couple laying on the ground.

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.

she said and I laughed suddenly. “I’m not going to die. Get the first aid kit in the bathroom,” I said. She ran up the stairs and I sighed. She returned a few minutes later, stopping short when she saw Andrew Douglas lying on the floor with his eyes open, his head surrounded by a pool of his own blood and brain matter.

Then a golden lance of lightning came screaming down from above. Drakon hit the ground like a stone. His body was charred, smoking, unrecognizable. He was dead. The gods themselves had struck him down. "Mother." A soft, sweet voice. My child flew to me and wrapped around my hand. Warmth spread through my body. My wounds healed. Then the little dragon flew to Lysander and healed him too. "Mother. Mother." The tiny golden dragon nuzzled against my cheek. Lysander came to my side and put his arm around me. He reached out to touch the little one. I felt as if I were dreaming. None of this seemed real.