Harry Potter Pet Dragon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Hikari said in a gentle, deep voice. My lips curled into an ‘O’. “Your silver eyes match his eyes, look,” Hikari looked at the dragon, and so did I. “Yeah!” I smiled. “What is his name?” The dragon dived into the clouds again and emerged in front of me. I flinched. My back collided with Hikari’s chest. “Sorry, he surprised me.” Hikari reached out his hand and the dragon slowly lowered his enormous neck, allowing Hikari to pet him.

"You really don't have a death wish, do you? Do you realize that you might not walk out of this room alive? You’ve seen things that don't belong to the eyes of a guest." My pulse was racing, wild and reckless. I realized then that fear was a useless currency with Draco. He fed on it. If I wanted to survive, I had to change the terrain of the game. I had to make him lose his focus. I looked at his lips... the same lips that had dictated terms of my imprisonment, and saw the hunger beneath the rage. He didn’t want to kill me... he wanted to dominate me. And that was the crack in his armor. I didn't answer him. Instead, I closed my eyes, took a breath that tasted of his expensive cologne and th

Kiri said, her eyes flying wide, spinning her head to face Smarluuten, “You have a fully grown pogona?” “I do,” Smarluuten nodded, his smile widening as a five-foot tall, spikey form of a lizard came to a stop, its large head outstretched toward the drakken, the beast’s chest was puffing in and out loudly from the effort. “Now it will become the high blood’s pet and mount,” he added, scratching the beast on the soft fleshy part under its chin, as he did the lizard let out a soft clicking sound in response.

I watch as the dragon, who I now recognize as my brother Segundus, sniffs her neck. Can he smell that she is my mate? “Get your hands off of her!” I rage as I hover above them before landing directly next to him, my hands forming into large talons, my hand absorbing my ring, hiding it from view, as it morphs. I grab his neck and he glares up at me, snarling. “Now, Segundus.” “Make me, Primus!” he growls back. “I can smell you all over her! You enjoy this pet more than the others. What is it about this one that makes her so special so…”

she pouted and tilted her head. “It’s probably not me as I don’t have such powers, I’m just an Imugi as you said that day, it’s the truth. The one you are talking about is the powers only a pure dragon who possesses the orb of yeouiju means a dragon pearl, possess such power. The snakes that have lived a thousand-year have a chance of becoming a dragon. Those large snakes are called Imugi. And that Imugi, I’m not a dragon.” He smiled bitterly as if he was trying to hide something behind his smile.

He then said a few words which sounded completely foreign to my ears, but I could tell that he might be talking to the dragon because the dragon who had gone back to staring off in space, turned its massive head towards us. Moran raised his right hand as he approached Theo. The dragon’s eyes tracked his footsteps and then he was unclasping the chains. The dragon stood up to its full height. I had to crane my neck to look at it. He let out a loud growl and shook his head. I was startled at first but then Moran began speaking again. Theo’s height was definitely shorter than- Again…again I’m going into comparisons. I needed to quiet my brain. “C’mon,” Moran called, and I noticed he was now brus

Did they think the High Council had threatened her execution for entertainment? Liora’s blood was a curse, a temptation powerful enough to drive wolves beyond reason and now these incompetent bastards had exposed themselves to it inside a confined dungeon. My wolf stirred angrily beneath my skin. I could almost smell the memory of her blood already and my control tightened instantly. No. I pushed the thought away with force. I would not lose myself over her again. We descended the final staircase leading toward the lower halls of the dungeon, and immediately I caught the scent of fear.

My gaze drifts toward the distant valley where the first faint glimmers of dragonfire appear against the night sky. They are close now. Very close. I imagine her among them. Seraphina. I remember the first time I heard whispers of her. The Madrigal girl who survived the tunnels. The girl who played music that could pull dragons from the sky. The girl Aurelion claimed as his mate. My fingers curl slowly into fists. She should have been mine. Not his. Never his. I could have taught her what that power truly meant. Could have guided it. Shaped it.

she said. “I love you too, I should get downstairs and eat and then I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” I said to her. “You’re not coming over today?” she asked me sounding disappointed. “Not today, I’m not feeling quite myself yet,” I said to her. “What colour dragon did you get?” she asked her voice suddenly nervous. “Guess,” I said. “A violet one,” she said with a laugh. “Sorry to disappoint you,” I said. “Oh shit did you get an indigo one?” she asked me sounding almost disappointed.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i