Lissa Dragomir Novels & Stories

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

I looked from Tasha to Lisa who was scowling at Liam. “Of course,we did our research properly and what we found here proves is a hundred percent correct.” She pointed to the book which Dante pulled from the table to his lap. “And you haven't let me finish.” Lisa folded her arms and pouted. “There is still more!” Connor's eyes widened. “I don't like how Natasha is looking, you don't have to be scared, you are the super hero of our time.” Lisa patted her chest. I shifted closer to Tasha and held her hand in assurance of the words I said earlier.Even if Lisa said she was a dragon I would still stand by my words.

Xiomar POV Lyla Russo. She looked even better than what we had heard. Everyone had talked about her,she probably was clueless as to how much of a celebrity she was. I mean a powerful don daughter no one has ever seen? She was a golden egg. I have touched Lyla Russo. Twice. To be honest, the first time, I was sane then. I was dedicated to my craft, and all I saw was a teenage girl that has so much issues and she wanted the exact tattoo my brother has on. She didn't know it was family insignia but yeah, somehow, we collectively agreed to mark this girl as a Draghi. I mean all she had to do was to brag to a few friends after about her cool fire breathing tat.

CHAPTER 47 The Dragon in Human Skin Monday, October 14, 2028 – third period PE He walks into the gym like the air itself bows. Tall, black hair that looks wet even when it’s dry, eyes the color of storm clouds right before lightning. Captain of the wrestling team at his old school (somewhere in the Carpathians, nobody’s story matches). Transfer senior. Perfect record. Zero social media. Lucian Dragomir. And the second he steps onto the mat, every supernatural nose in the room catches it: ozone, brimstone, and old mountain caves.

I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..." "Mortal!" The guard puppet beside him said, which made me look at it. Well, I guess it's better that I am tagged as a mortal. I can keep a low profile. "Your dress looks like that of a witch." The guard smiled at me and turned to face Feirro, who was standing beside me. "My name is Feirro Erickson, and I'm from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a werewolf!" The guard puppet looked at him and verified, "Werewolf!"

He could still feel her flesh as it came into contact with his hand. Bloody hell. *** After the incident with the jacuzzi, Isabella hardly saw Dominic, which she was grateful for. Because if she did, she would have cried her lungs out. Seeing that Isabella was amongst the youngest maids. Everyone talked freely around her. Because she never bothered with the gossip mill. But today, one of the older maids, who was called Jessica had gossip that even she wanted to hear. "Before they left, I heard Madam Rosetta tell Sir Montego..." Jessica started

I was trying to find a color that stood out not the typical red or black lace lingerie. Every bitch could pull off that type of lingerie but I wanted to try something new, something sexy. "Fuck, what about this?" Isabella stammered, pointing to a fucking stripper bunny costume; it had a black body suit and a matching bowtie collar paired with some lace bunny ears. "Oh shit I need this!" I screamed from excitement, imagining what Alessandro would do if he saw me in this. "Alessandro is gonna be such a happy boy tonight," I whispered just enough for Isabella to hear, and she giggled.

Serena stood below her, backlit by a storm of pulsing light, her hair unbound and whipping with an unseen wind, her body radiating a power older than time, fierce and unrelenting. Serena’s eyes had shifted—no longer their usual expressive softness. They were lit from within, glowing with divine silver. They weren't just the eyes of a wolf; they weren’t even the eyes of a goddess. They were something beyond comprehension. Something no one had ever seen. Not even Solmyra, who had lived for nearly a thousand years.

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

Creed explains hopping down the stairs “ Creed one more smart ass remark and you’ll be joining him” “ okay okay” he surrendered We walk over to the cell that has lights on. The rogue is a girl. She looks no older than 15, she has blood stains on her jeans and a few scratches on her arms. Her hair is short and blonde, with bright blue eyes. She looks more terrified than the usually rogue I come across. Walking into the room she shoots her eyes up to me and they widen with fear. She mumbles something in a different language “ Can you speak english?” i asked