Griffins Dragons Mating Novels & Stories

They had submitted entirely to Jewels. “We were your mates once upon a time,” the green dragon said. “We only wish to be so again,” “But your time is over,” she said. “I loved you deeply then, and I always will. But in this life, Darian and Dragus are my mates.” “But Jewels,” the blue dragon started, but Jewels roared and he backed away. “Leave now,” she said, and the two dragons began to slink away. I felt Jewels relax when they had gone, and slowly she stepped back into the darkness and urged me forward.

She remembered when he told her how much he loves the blue color. Going to sit on the bed they stare at themselves. "So tell me more about the Dragon mate ceremony?" Sarah suddenly asked. "It's a ceremony to seal our bond forever. Dragons have sexual intercourse with their chosen mate on the ceremony. It's a very painful procedure because I have to mate with you in my human form and dragon form, it's hurtful." He explained playing with his fingers showing how nervous he is. Sarah went silent for a few minutes before telling Jorkallun "Let's mate Jorkallun. I want to feel connected with you in every way."

Shit, she hasn’t had her heat. “Will it be a normal heat?” I ask because this is the first time a phoenix and a dragon have ever been fated. A dragon’s heat is brutal, and it can kill the female if it isn’t sated as quickly as it starts. I remember one of the females from my thrall had her heat, and her mate wasn’t there. She didn’t last ten minutes. Unlike the other shifters who can mate with any unmated male or female. A dragon can only be mated with their mates. If they don’t, they burn alive.

His instincts are more primal than refined. Raphael's canines elongated. Usually, dragons will not drink blood or even likes to taste it. But during mating with their true mate, they will claim their mate and mark them with their teeth. That's when they will taste each other's blood. He thought it was absurd. But now, he cannot help himself. He leaned down and licked her neck from her shoulder to the base of her skull. His eyes turned dark as both man and the beast are about to mark their mate together. She angled her neck, giving him access. He pierced her skin and buried his canines inside her flesh before taking a huge gulp of her blood.

I slid my left arm beneath her delicate shoulders, lifting her upper body off the mattress until her head rested against the crook of my neck. Her tiny body was trembling violently, vibrating against my ribs like a trapped sparrow. My right hand moved to her chest. I pressed my wide, scarred palm flat over the center of her collarbone, covering the blinding silver mark entirely. The moment my dragon runes made contact with her skin, an explosive shockwave of power ripped through the bedchamber. CRACK. The heavy glass in the high balcony windows shattered outward into the freezing night. The silver cups on the side table clattered to the floor, rolling across the stone.

She couldn't bear the thought of her beloved Rhea suffering even the slightest discomfort. Rhea panicked when Mother refused and anxiously paced like a cat on a hot tin roof. "I'm marrying him! If you won't allow it, I'll bash my head in right here!" Mother nearly fainted at the threat. Terrified, she hastily consented. When I saw the smug smile on Rhea's face, I knew that she'd been reborn too. In our previous lives, she'd rushed to claim Drakon Ragnarok of the prestigious fire dragon clan. I had been forced into a marriage with Flint Greyfang of the wolves and had been exiled to the desolate wetlands.

"I will be tonight, my mother needs time to herself after losing dad so she said she would name Ash and myself as the new Kings at the ceremony." I frown. "Haven't you guys only known each other for a couple of months?" He shrugs. "Actually, less but once two dragons have declared their interest for one another, there will be no separating them," he chuckles. I shake my head. "What do you mean? That makes no sense." "Dragons aren't like wolves in a lot of ways. When we shift, we let them take over completely so that they have control over their own form. The dragons themselves have to bond with each other if you want to have a strong mate bond," he explains.

I urged, gritting my teeth. My wolf growled within me and a streak of lightning flashed in the night sky illuminating the empty throne room for a flash of a second, shadows scampering to the corner. I groaned out loud as I felt him wish to tear me apart, throwing myself forward, my fingers stiff against the arm of the throne. "You think I wish this?" I gritted, my teeth clenched, "To mate with another? We have no hope-"

what did I expect to feel? “Austin!” The clear warning in Tristan’s voice was hard to miss. “Let me do this!” Austin urged, his voice lower this time. “Austin, she’s my mate!” Tristan snapped. Mate.. Again that word was spoken by Tristan. I hardly doubt it meant friend. And while I knew from werewolf romance novels mate meant a soulmate, a life partner. One to cherish and support. One born to love you deeply, but that emotion only existed in books, where one writes whatever on blank pages, to seek comfort away from reality. Mate.. soulmates, only existed in books, someone given to you, someone that kept you away from torment and destruction that constantly plagues life, a small silver of hap

They may have had sexual encounters from time to time, but interbreeding between each other had never been possible. Maybe it wasn’t Visenya who had lost her mind. Perhaps, it was the Moon Goddess who had gone completely mad. What was the motive of mating her to a dragon? An arrogant, condescending, and terribly enraged dragon at that. Lucian snarled and bared his razor-sharp teeth just inches from Visenya’s snout. She imagined how preposterous it might look to any bystanders to catch sight of a wolf having a face-off with an indestructible dragon.