Incense Dragon Novels & Stories

My dragon lulled her back to sleep with the deep rumbling within my body every shift in movement. Odessa griped my vest tightly each time her body turned restless, the would rumbling began and she would sighed lulling her back to sleep. My rough fingers trailed her cheeks, her pouty dry lips, and back into her hair. Her hair was fanned entirely out onto the furs. Her smell had seeped into the deepest part of my nest. The citrus and now lilac scent radiating off her gave me deep pleasure. For once, my dragon was sated. No rage had built in my gut; no need to shift to let the beast take control for the day.

Alicia decided she had to see if he was still conscious before determining if she could help him or not. One quiet step at a time, Alicia came upon the dragon. He was blue, purple, and green and his skin shone in the sunlight like oil. Being a girl who knew no fear, she carefully reached a hand out to touch him. After all, it was not every day that you got to touch a dragon, she thought. He didn’t open his eyes when she gently touched the side of his face. That gave her courage to examine him. Alicia had hopes to be a Doctor of Animals, but she knew that was just a dream. No one would take a woman seriously.

The mauve scar on her chest constantly reminded me how fucking magnificent she was. I ducked down into the water, shifting into my dragon form. The creature emerged from my skin, encasing me completely. Evelyn watched wide-eyed as I peeked out from the surface of the water, massive golden horns wound around my head. "Oh…that's what you meant by riding a dragon. Got it," she murmured, cheeks flushing with that cute rosy hue I liked so much. A grumbling noise reverberated from my chest, the closest to a laugh I'll ever get in my dragon form. I lowered my head slightly, getting close to the shore so she could climb onto the back of my neck.

Good. Because so am I. I launch from the terrace. My dragon bursts forward with a roar that shakes the ancient stone beneath us. The wind tears across my scales as I climb rapidly toward the incoming enemy. Malrec doesn’t slow. He’s in his dragon form—larger than any I’ve ever seen outside the royal bloodline. Bigger than before. His scales are dark as storm clouds, and his wings cut through the air with terrifying strength. Fae enhancements. He’s not alone.

"It's really rare for a female cultivator to use such a domineering inscription pattern as it's difficult to master even for ordinary male cultivators." There was another sentence that Caspian did not say— The Infernal Flame Inscription and his Glorious Dragon were both high-level inscriptions. However, the Glorious Dragon was better at group attacks, while the Infernal Flame Inscription was a good example of small-area armor-piercing damage. If used properly, even a defensive weapon with a rank higher than Infernal Flame Inscription could be directly destroyed.

As Mina screamed in agony and Kristi fled the room with Max and Mason, Rori watched as Arthur and Murdok made a series of hand gestures at one another before Calder appeared in front of Rori and began ushering her away from the dinner table of unfolding chaos. “Come, my lady, we will check on dessert, come now,” he coaxed, and although she never took her eyes off the trio at the table she followed Calder out into the kitchen. Murdok waited for Calder to escort Rori from the room before he approached the still shuddering and whimpering Mina, “I will heal you witch… but then you will listen and not speak, understood,” the angry dragon barked and Mina merely nodded, offering out her arm. Murdok

In goes the Banshee's teeth," she cackled. With a mighty breath, Isis blew on the concoction, and an eerie white smoke emitted from the pot of purple goo. "Is it supposed to do that?" Scorch questioned. "Now for the dragon flame," Isis said as he ignored Scorch's question. "Well, you said you wanted it strong," Scorch mumbled as he grabbed his cock. "What are you doing?" "The flames from my dragonhood is stronger than the one from my mouth."

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

"They're pulling the mana straight out of the atmosphere! The atmospheric pressure is dropping!" Above the Citadel, the heavy clouds parted with a deafening crackle of heat. A shadow vast enough to blot out the bleeding crimson sky swept over the courtyard as Patriarch Ignis descended. The Dragon-Lord appeared in his hybrid form - eight feet of crimson scales, thick curling horns, and heavy wings that beat back the cold air with every downstroke. He slammed onto the main battlement, the weight of his landing cracking two massive granite flagstones beneath his claws. Smoke rolled lazily from his nostrils, carrying the scent of sulfur and molten iron. Even the hardened soldiers nearby took an

Dude #2 yelled back suddenly. “Guys, we have no choice, we either do this or die when we go home, and if we run.. he’ll find us” dude#3 said. Unable to handle the truth of what awaits them, he started walking away from the other guys. ‘Sapphire, what are these guys?’ I asked my dragon, uncertain of their different scents. ‘That’s a delta dragon, gamma dragon and warrior dragon. That gamma dragon is the highest ranking one, deltas are like healers and warriors are obviously warriors,’ she laughed at me, making my fists clenched slightly.