House Of The Dragon Fanfic Novels & Stories

So, I destroyed his when he destroyed mine. I sit here in my living room thinking of a special gift to Amelia since she dared to take my stupid daughter. Let’s see how the newly mated couple is doing shall we, I thought to myself with a wicked grin. Focusing on Alaric I transfer my spirit to their location listening in. So the new dragon king has mated and got her pregnant, this is perfect. “I wonder if he will fight for his pregnant lover if my prisoner is set free.” I say out loud.

I carried it over to the small table near the window and sat down, tucking my feet beneath me. For the next hour, I completely forgot I was supposed to be working. I learned more about the Great Houses than I had during the entire conversation with Maren. House Drakenhart controlled the northern territories. House Valerius ruled the eastern mountains. House Ashborne controlled the western trade routes. Each House had its own dragon bloodline, its own traditions, and its own history with the Dragon King. The Nightflame family sat above all of them. I turned to another page. Records dated back hundreds of years.

“Isn’t it too early?” Lizzy shook her head as she went to work creating a test to see if Chloe carried Tristan’s child. “I probably shouldn’t say this because it’s dangerous for you to bear a child, but, I’m hoping that your half human factor is enough to offset the Lyronia side of you because I’d really love a dragon in the family.”

Her steely gaze held disappointment and sadness. I don't give a damn, though. She can join the club. Bastian, a dragon shifter from the dragon realm, came to see me and his gaze held disappointment too. It also contained the added touch of anger, which I deserved. In my grief over the death of my beloved bride, I tried to kidnap Bastian's son, Ashrac. The human bride of Laryn, another of my dragon brothers, tried to stop me. I practically burned her to a crisp, incinerating most of her body. The horror of what I did haunts me, and forgiveness is not what I seek.

In my past life, Draken Vorgath—clan leader of the dragons—had been cold and aloof, and he'd never laid a hand on Arya. Still, I would try talking to him and asking for an heir. As long as I conceived, it wouldn't matter if he loathed sharing my bed again. If he refused… I bit my lips as my fingers brushed the pills I'd readied, hidden in my sleeves. One way or another, I would carry his heir, even if I had to drug him. As the thought crossed my mind, the door opened, and Draken walked in. My breath caught. No one had warned me how striking he was!

Hikaru I love that Aiden opened up to me and that I could help him with at least one fantasy right now. I will help him with another at a different time but watching Raff and Asim got me hot and bothered and I can see that Aiden is as turned on as I am. We get into my bedroom and I grab the big dragon by the shoulders and kiss him hard. “They are so fucking hot and I would have kept watching with you, but I want to fuck you just like you did me,” I say.

I released a ragged breath, a tear escaping my left eye. "I. Said. Beg for it witch." His eyes reflected a dark shade of red, sending heat signals all over my body. I felt like a werewolf and he was my mate. He is the hunter and I'm the pray. But in the case he is a dragon and I am a witch... what an unlikely alliance we have. He rubbed my clitoris vigorously, his finger moving so fast... from tiny clitoris to the opening of my cunt, causing a higher frequency of lust and pleasure to arise in my body.

He crunches through the rest of the lollipop like a lad biting into an apple, tucks the stick neatly into his pocket, and gives me a wide, but cute grin. "I’ll be forty-three next week!" I blink fast. Okay… yeah. This isn't just odd, it's full-on bizarre! And if Damon’s right that none of this is a dream, then… I’m so, so fuckin' screwed. Another “plane” roars past overhead, and my heart sinks like a stone. "With dragons flyin’ round, isn’t it, like... dangerous?" "Nah," he says with another lazy shrug, that Damon-like couldn’t care less air about him. "Only the purebloods are dangerous." He picks up a twig, snaps it clean in two. "Especially the royal ones."

“I gave her the poison recipe. I opened the passage under the east tower. I thought… if the bond broke, you would see reason. Choose strength over sentiment.” Kael advanced, slow, predatory. “You thought wrong.” Jorah didn’t flinch. “Darius showed me the prophecy scrolls. The full ones, not the fragments the elders keep. A hybrid bride rises, born of forbidden blood. She either unites the packs under one unbreakable rule… or she tears them apart in civil war. The Ironfangs believe the second. I believed it too.” Elara’s claws extended instinctively. “And now?” Jorah met her eyes, gray storm meeting silver fire. “Now I’m not sure. You fought at the stones. You took arrows for him. You didn’t

It made me less guilty of my dual identity. My mother made sure of it. However, my parent's love story was one of forbidden passion. My mother had fallen deeply in love with my father, the lycan king, who was her mate despite the fact that their union was considered an abomination by her kind. It was even more abominable because she was a rare dragon. She was the one to produce the Ancient Blood Dragon. She was a chosen mate of the Dragon lord who lived in a cave for a thousand years.