Ilulu Dragon Maid Novels & Stories

It was no surprise that Ruby was a bright red, shiny dragon with no black on her as Slate had, which seemed to make her scales even shinier and brighter the closer they flew to the sun. She was also smaller and more nimble. Nya kept her head down, near Ruby’s neck, as the dragon was going at full speed, in a rush to get Nya back to the battlefield, and it seemed evident Ruby had been wanting to fly for a while. Nya wondered how it had been determined who would stay behind before and who would go, but then, it appeared that Ruby was a maid, not warrior. She flew like someone who would be good to have in battle, though, and Nya was glad that she was in such a rush to get where they were going

“You have nothing,” the dragonkin said quietly, her voice like velvet over broken glass. “No allies. No strength. You’re a mistake he’s too proud to undo.” Sera stepped forward again. Her hands were trembling. Her jaw clenched tight. She could feel it now—something inside her unfurling, coiling, demanding to be seen. “You don’t get to decide what survives,” she snapped. Her voice cracked—and smoke poured from her mouth. It wasn’t fire. Not yet. But it was close. A pale, silvery cloud that coiled between her lips like breath in frost, rising in slow tendrils that shimmered with heat. It danced like a living thing, glowing faintly at the edges, edged with gold.

Suluu wasn’t right. Miasma answered, emerging from the mists around the field where Ilyria and the Mogul sat, and where Suluu stood immobile as a doll. “Why would you want to leave, Ilyria?” Miasma asked in her breathy way. Her head tilted to the side and one of her curls fell to the ground. Ilyria reached over and picked it up. Miasma had beautiful hair. Beautiful hair that floated like a silver-gold cloud around her head. From behind Miasma, as if given form by the mist, came Flame, Bonbon, Loulou and Sidian.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

“Drakun.” The dragon made a sound like a snort of approval. “Drakos Drakun.” To the surprise and horror of everyone watching; the king, the soldiers who stood guarding him, the noblemen and their families, the prince and the princess, Llod and Hegi, the dragon’s serpentine eyes closed and it bowed its head and pushed it into her hand. Mare released a shaky breath and let her fingers fold over the tough scales. She closed her eyes. The surge of warmth within her was now a dull burn in her heart. This dragon was hers.

They have been trapped in this drab and stuffy room for nearly two days straight, deliberating and strategizing in endless circles for a solution that does not arrive. When it seems to her that the only solution to the problem is standing outside the room. "And why not Lady Alcina?" She says. Nordin stiffens. Duchess Clair's face pinches into something displeased. "What of my daughter, Lady Darla?" "Why not include her in these strategies of yours? Surely, the dragon her Gift commands is an advantage that cannot be wasted." Dragons, an ancient and legendary race, whose roars have been said to be sufficient to shake the very heavens the gods live upon; whose might, the stories say, were so gr

The Monster and the Flower. After he nodded, I began delivering the story, "Arden, the name of the snake dragon who is our novel's male lead. He is the most powerful dragon on Mount Tateyama, one of Japan's holiest mountains. Arden has the ability to shapeshift into a human form in order to deceive other civilizations and conquer it. After conquering those nations, he will turn the population into slaves and murder all who oppose him.

The wild wind dredging the unstable piece of wood from its spot, as if to punish the ones who spoke of the taboo - dragons. “Pan, run! It’s going to fall!” The young lady orphan called Lili jumped out of her feet, rushing out of the house, her hands pulling the little lad with her. She turned her gaze, watching their home falling apart. Her muddy black threads swung and flowed in the wind as it got washed by the falling rain. Her gold-tinted eyes swam as she held her chest. “I’m glad we got out of there.” Lili shifted her head towards her left hand, the little lad not in her hands. Nothing but the old ragged blanket in her grasp. The little boy was nowhere in sight.

“Let’s do this Dragina,” Layana said softly stroking the scales of her dragon’s neck. She saw Myra raise her arms - the darkness spreading like smoke from her, bolts of pure darkness were shot at Layana who blasted them all aside as the sky illuminated with her dazzling power.

she murmurs. We watch as the dragon shoots flames at the elf. He ducks, using his earth element to block her fire. “I know what this is,” Lilith says, her nose nearly touching the scry she’s watching so intently. “What? What is it?” I ask her. “This is how you claim a dragon. He’s trying to claim her, to make her his. If he wins, he becomes her rider and her life becomes bonded to his. This is what we’ll have to do when we get those dragon eggs. We’ll have to claim our dragons like this,” she says excitedly.