Lady Dimitrescu Dragon Novels & Stories

Mina grabbed Aruther by the wrist, squeezing in desperation “Arthur do something... she can’t stay here,” Murdok cocked his head to the side as Mina’s voice echoed down the hall and Arthur turned to his wife, jerking his wrist from her grasp. “What is that supposed to mean, Rori would be just as safe here with Murdok as she would be with us.” Arthur turned to inspect his bride, “where is this coming from Mina...you sound like the Grand Master and half the Vail High Court…” Arthur did not finish as Mina perched her hands on her hips and squared her shoulders. “Maybe they have a point, Art…” Arthur hissed at his wife’s dismissive tone and looked at her as though she had struck him. “Mina this

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.

Among the Six, he's the only one who doesn't seem uptight like the rest of them. For the rest of my stay in the hospital, I keep receiving visits from Landon and Dakota's family as well. I have gathered information about my mission. Apparently, I am to find the seals. Moreso, I can only do that if I stick to a particular person who bears the name, Dashiell Gryphon. According to Landon, he's a dragon Lord who wants to use the seals for evil purposes. To worsen it all, he's the jerk who had murdered me. I'm willing to do my best. ..

“I asked you a question” This time her voice boomed brining Alec back to reality, he bowed before the lady that stood in front of him. “Sincerest apologies my lady, I seek an audience with the great dragon queen, Nuri” The lady curtsied before Alec and walked towards him, she motioned for him to take a seat as she sat down, one leg tucked neatly behind the other, “Why do you want an audience with her majesty?” “I wish to address the growing attacks on the human villages by the feral dragons”

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

The warlord stood. He was taller than she'd expected. Broader, too. Built like a creature shaped for war, but moved like he could vanish and strike in the same breath. As a child, she had often wondered what a dragon might look like in human skin—a question whispered between old books and nursery rhymes, half-believing it was myth. But if you ever did see one, it was said to be the last sight your eyes would know. And now, here he was: terrifyingly real, terrifyingly calm. A dragon made flesh. And he was looking at her like she was already burning. "You are Sera of House Vaelir," he said, descending toward her with deliberate, predator-slow steps.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

"Say my name like you mean it." Bianca's response came out as a broken sob. I couldn't make out the words, only the desperation behind them. Then my gaze drifted across the room, and I saw him. Red Dragon. Sitting naked in a chair facing them. His cock was hard between his legs, thick, dark veins stretching across it. He held a glass of wine loosely in his left hand while his right rested around his leaking cock. His gaze remained fixed on the scene with a calmness that unsettled me, as though everything happening before him had been arranged for his entertainment.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

Darby reached to the villa and outside were standing a few bodyguards.He went to one of them...his loyal one."What is the report?" he asked the bodyguard and he answered, "Sir, he is not at home. A pretty woman was by his side.""A woman?" Darby narrowed his eyebrows."But a Dragon is still in there," informed the bodyguard."Dragon?" Darby was getting confused."I'm going in," he added when the bodyguard stopped him saying, "Sir, I am sorry...I can't let you go in.""This is still my villa, Crawford," Darby declared sternly."Not anymore...the legal papers have been made and this villa now belongs to Azazel."Darby clenched his fists in annoyance. He was getting on his last nerves to tolerate that