Mad Dragon Injury Novels & Stories

Nigel gasped when he sensed the power contained within Damian's attack, and he wanted to step in and help Mister Umair, but unfortunately, he was not powerful enough to do so. Before he could even react, Damian's attack struck Mister Umair squarely in the middle of his chest and propelled him backward from the impact. Mister Umair spat out a mouthful of bright red blood as he crumpled onto the ground in a heap. A wave of excruciating pain shot through his chest, and it was clear he had suffered some injuries.

Luckily the doctor says there was only minor muscle damage from the bite. We decide to leave the pack hospital and go back to the pack house to debrief with the other packs and Alphas. Chris and I are going up to our rooms when the door to the Alpha and Luna suite opens and out comes Oliver and Isabelle. Then out of nowhere pain surges through me as I feel something snap like a cable breaking under tension. I struggle to stay conscious as darkness blurs around the edges of my vision. Chris’s arms tighten around me catching me as I fall unable to keep myself up right from the pain.

I try to explain to her. I sigh audible as she turns her back on me. In the clinic Maximus places the man onto the examination table just as the doctor is running through the door. "I hear we have a trauma case in today. What have you done to injure yourself now Magma" Dr. Frost says with a frown.

And felt like my soul is no longer inside my body. I felt there was something inside of me tearing apart. I cried silently. My eyes were open but they seemed lifeless. I could no longer move. This situation weakened me. It looked like I surrendered from the fight. I'll never win this time. After a minute, they both stopped thrusting into my hole then my boss came over to me. He slowly touched my cheeks and smiled evilly. "How was it, Magda? It is so good, right? Threesome!!!" he exclaimed in excitement and joy. I looked at him blankly while tears were flowing on my face.

Seeing MD name on my screen I instantly answered it and spoke with person on other line, my mind was occupied with its thought. “Okay, ill be there...” I said and abruptly and stood up from my chair with one large push... My father and step mother were little taken aback with my sudden recklessness... “What happen Ethan?” my step mother questioned me in her sugar coated voice however I ignored her words and turned to father and answered “ Alexander... he is awake from coma...” Yes! my younger brother Alexander Knight or Alex Knight was atlas was awake from Coma state, which was side effect of drugs that was injected in him.....

But with the damage he’d already done to my back, it would take me more than a week to get out of coma; enough time for Vandal to take care of me permanently. “Damien!” Vandal yelled as he held onto me with one hand while the other burned red hot only inches from my face. The heat was overwhelming. I could feel smoke rise from my skin, but it wasn’t burning yet. Damien rose from the floor slowly; his right arm had been seared raw, reduced to charred muscles and tendon cover bones that were visible in some places. I knew he was severely hurt, I could see it in his eyes how he was battling to stay conscious while his body wanted to shut down so it could repair itself.

I snarl “You said it yourself, you didn’t like the guy. But you let him go because of one of Dottie’s stickers. You put your trust in a seven year old. A kid that can’t even remember what she had for breakfast.” “Trust me, I won’t be making that mistake again.” Groans come from Madison’s room and Damien continues to glare at me as I back up and slip inside to check on Madison She moans in pain as she stretches out. With her eyes closed, her hand moves to her face. Her fingertips run across the freshly stitched wound. “Ow.” “Leave it.” I tell her. “Brax.” She whispers, peering at me through slits “I’m here.” I pull her hand into mine

Don Drago was twice Caddaric’s size but he was lifted in the air and thrown hard on the floor, he groaned from the pain, his eyes wide in shock. Caddaric kept releasing punches without giving him a chance to defend himself. Things became fierce when Don Dragon gained control and began to release punches but it did not last when Caddaric dodged one, making him hit the hard marble floor so hard, the bones in his fingers broke. Caddaric roared, “I was the one who put you to the dungeon and I won’t make the mistake of letting you live this time.” At that, he screamed, “Hammer!”

I asked, looking at Maddox. “Broke femur, few ribs and whatever else. Nothing that won’t heal in a few days.” “Did the car pin you?” Maddox stood up and grabbed a crutch. “It did. The femur was actually smashed. They had to rebuild it. The doc said if it had been on my leg one minutes longer, I would have lost my leg.” “Damn. I’m glad I came back.” I whispered, as I turned back to Jo. I had this overwhelming sense that I said something wrong. “What do you mean?” Cade asked, slowly.

Drake howled in agony but did not yield. He twisted free with a burst of strength that should have been impossible given his injuries, his jaws clamping down on Marcus's shoulder. The Beta screamed, his blood spraying across the ground. "You insignificant rogue!" Marcus's magic flared violently, and Drake was thrown twenty feet, slamming into a tree with bone-breaking force. He fell to the ground and did not get up. "Drake!" Ria screamed, breaking free from my grip to run toward him. Marcus's corrupted warriors moved to intercept her, but Drake shifted back to human form, coughing blood. "Stay... back," he wheezed, trying to push himself up. His ribs were clearly broken, his breathing labore