Harry Potter Dragons Blood Novels & Stories

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

“And why do you keep saying Dragon Blood?” Seb looked surprised. Dorin went near and picked the small dragon up from the fire mage’s shoulder. “Hey, give him back!” Johan barked. “I guess it’s true what they say...” Dorin raised the hissing dragon at eye level, “A dragon can dispel almost all magic and enchantment.”

“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.

Leonard chuckled. "What do you mean?" Draco asked restlessly. Leonard threw something on the carpet. It rolled and stopped not far from Draco's feet. It was a dragon's head that had been decapitated and preserved. Draco stared at the dragon's head without any reaction. He did not recognize the dragon's head. The head did not belong to Albus, Jergintarth, Zergenth, Zilpher, Urvath, or Zellin. Draco was secretly grateful that the dragon head carcass wasn't the one he knew.

Brown eyes widened in shock at what she saw. "It's real," she breathed. There stood an enormous dragon, black scales shining in the dim lighting. It turned its head in her direction, crimson eyes sparkling like rubies. Smoke billowed from its nostrils as its quiet growl vibrated in Sophia's chest. The dragon attempted to move towards her, but the rattle of thick chains sounded and stopped the large creature's movements. Sophia took a step back, still in awe at the sight of the majestic mythical creature. The dragon existed; Sophia was dumbfounded. The beast stared at her; sharp teeth bared in her direction. This monster’s ability to put her in danger loomed in the back of her mind, but Sophi

When Charlotte saw his hand which was similar to a snake's skin and the claws he has as his nails she backed away and her foot slipped from the bed silk bedsheet she had stepped on . " Ahhhh ! " Charlotte was about to fall on the pointy crystal that was kept as a lamp next to the bed . " Careful ! " said the dragon king and swiftly grabbed her so that she wouldn't be hurt and fell together on the bed . Charlotte closed her eyes with fear . When she felt a soft feeling behind her back she slowly started to open her eyes . When she opened her eyes , she saw the dragon king upon her . She remained shocked when she saw him . His black hair fell upon Kiara . The black hair looked more like black

Its golden scales shone brighter and brighter like fire as it stared at the Baron with an angry look. “O Mighty Dragon... Forgive me! I just want to help you guys stay together forever. Isn't that what you want?" asked the Baron. His eyes conveyed fear. "You liar!" cried Drake. “No… No… I'm not!” he cried, his body shaking. The other vampires didn't dare attack, they all just circled around Drake. The Dragon was too strong for all of them. “You think I don't know your rotten wits, Baron? You want to take June's blood so you can beat me, right? Then that spell, you want him to be your slave, right? Don't make me want to kill you in the most pathetic way, Baron!”

The wolves gather around as Ophelia raises her hands and says, please Welcome our lost Dragon King and Queen. The wolves Howl around us as each of the witches binds our hand together with coloured ribbons; Ophelia’s is green, then a red one is bound around us, then a blue one, which I now know is the colour of Dylan’s dragon and lastly a gold coloured ribbon is wrapped around our joined hands, I raise an eyebrow unsure of why one is gold, Ophelia smiles as she says “Our Dragon heir” Our baby Dragon will be gold…. The head witch raises her hand to the sky before she says,

Clothing shredded and roses exploded into petals as the dragon’s wings and tail whipped wildly, before a snort shrivelled the lawn into ash sending a strong scent of burnt hay into the air. “Shit!” Harry gaped open-mouthed as the dragon took full form. Strong clawed feet sank into the soil as his long tail rasped scale against the stone walls, and wings spreading, hooking on the veranda over the doorway, lifting tile and splintering wood. The dragon was a deep, dark green, with hard horned scales that darkened to black at the edges. “Well, I guess we know who your daddy is,” Harry commented. “He’s not as cute and cuddly as you, my love,” they added, putting their arm around Jules’ shoulders.

Her voice was particularly shrill to my ears. "They're dead! All dead! That is wonderful! I am happy when you are miserable!" My eyes turned red. I swung the knife down hard to stab her. That was when Liam rushed in. A flash of black light flew out from his sleeve. A little Black Dragon lunged at Lucia and bit her throat hard. Lucia held her hand to her throat as fresh blood spurted freely. She fell to the ground. The little Black Dragon turned back to quietly slide up my wrist. He looked up at me. "I'm here to see you, Mom."