Lady Dimitrescu Dragon Novels & Stories

“The woman who bore the first Draken and gave birth to our people. We call her The Goddess.” Caelia’s gaze traveled past the statue to the enormous mural behind it, gilded in the same warm metal. The woman was depicted standing beneath an open sky, her long hair caught in a wind that swept the vast dunes behind her. A neat, rounded swell of her belly told the story of life growing within her. But what truly stole Caelia’s breath was the massive dragon curled protectively around her, its enormous silver eye fixated solely on her, its tail wrapped in a protective arc before her feet.

The bar lady asked seeing his glass empty. "Please" he said pushing it forward. The reports, once prince, then king Raymondias Vladimir Dracul fell in love with an Omega twin blood named Tala Tamaska, he cleared his throat, its like a dog falling in love with a fruit bat in his eyes, Danté didn't give a damn how strong love is, try screwing a dog whilst your dick is attached to a bat... What does one even call that? Beasteality? Inter species porn? It sickened him.

Her eyes flickered red when she looked at Tessa again. Tessa looked terrified but stayed rooted to her spot, like she was scared that one move will be the end of her. "I'm not sure if a fair Lady such as yourself will be able to stomach what I'm about to do to her." Dimitri flirted with the Lady. And she let out a fake ass laugh and placed her hands with freakishly long nails on his chest and trailed them down to his crotch suggestively, "oh, you underestimate me, Prince Dimitri. I believe that we could punish this slave as foreplay and then we can have our own fun," and then she circled Tessa's breasts with the tips of her nails, "and maybe she can join in the fun later too."

He raised his right arm, and a golden dragon descended from the sky, coiling around Wilbur's right arm. Wilbur did not rush to attack, but instead looked at Demetra, saying coldly, "Are you sure about this?" At that moment, Demetra's eyes turned black, resembling the descent of an evil god. With equally cold words, he said, "Since that's the case, let's see who's faster between us!" As soon as Demetra finished speaking, Wilbur dashed forward ahead of him. He shouted angrily, "Light of Dragon, tear through this darkness!"

Lady Briseis retorted. “Are you sure it was her?” Lord Stevano asked, his voice laced with panic. “Well she has the same eyes, one blue and one purple, and she bares the dragon mark, she definitely has the ferocity of a dragon,” Lady Briseis gently touched her cheek where Seraphina had slapped her earlier. Lord Stevano was visibly flustered. “We can’t kill her now, if she is the dragon, it will be impossible. You, you daughter, you need to use the Prince to get to her!” “And how, pray tell father am I to do that? She is his fated lover, he wouldn’t even look at me earlier,” Lady Briseis spat her words.

It was bustling that day and I could see several of my men taking full advantage of their day off. We began walking over to some of them to say a quick hello when our course was halted by Lady Ozera. Her feet lodged in place and her crystal eyes lit up as she spotted something across the way—or I should say, someone. Curious as to what had captured her attention, I followed her gaze to find it landing on another group of Dhampir, this one containing none other than Dimitri.

The smell is stomach-turning—rotten blood, sulfur, something metallic that didn't come from anywhere good. “Stir,” she orders, handing him a long iron ladle. Dimitri’s lip curls. “What the hell are you playing at, girl?” “Just stir.” He snarls but obeys, plunging the ladle in. The liquid clings to the colour of bruised midnight. Demetria turns away as if bored. And then, in one fluid motion, she pulls the wrapped sword free from the tiger skin and drives the blade straight through Dimitri’s back until the point bursts out the front of his chest in a spray of blood.

"When freeborn talk, a slave is supposed to listen." "I am freeborn..." "What are you doing here then?" Dimitra sneered. "Why are you in the dungeon of Eros Castillo, leader of the El dragon family?" Cassandra fought back her tears, bent on not letting her vulnerability show. "I don't know why you are threatening me if you are so sure of who you are. As I said earlier, I don't know you, I don't know what you are talking about and I don't know what you are scared of, but one thing I know is that I want you to leave me alone, I want you to stay away from me until I leave this place." That said, Cassandra turned and stormed out of the place before Dimitra could hold her back.

In a flash Dimitri disappeared into a black smoke and was behind the dragon. "Over here!" He said, whistling, getting its attention yet again. The red dragon snapped his eyes on Dimitri, annoyed. He continued spewing hot fire but missed again as Dimitri easily disappeared to another direction. He was succeeding in distracting the dragon. Dimitri danced nimbly around the dragon, using his lycan agility to evade its deadly claws and snapping jaws. With each swift, calculated strike, he sought to weaken the creature's resolve, aiming for the vulnerable spots amidst the impenetrable armor of its scales.

- The man replied. - Elena. - Demetria mumbled again. - Sorry, what was that? - Cassius looked at her questioningly. - My dragon's name is Elena. - The girl replied louder. - Oh, I am sorry. I should have asked before. - Her uncle apologized. - What is your dragon name then? - Alexander, but he likes to be called Alex. - Cassius replied with a giggle. Demetria found it strange to speak softly about a beast like a dragon.