Romans & histoires Malleus Draconia X Reader

Dragus mumbles something about bloody wolves fighting like spoilt kids as he rolls his sleeves up, ready to separate the two of them. “Get her inside now.” Aura shouts as the ground shakes and the air crackles with electricity as she bolts towards the hill to stop them both from tearing chucks off of each other. “Come on, quickly, you don’t need to see this.” I follow behind her quickly. Fear engulfs me when I hear an earth-shattering roar looking behind as I see a gigantic snarling black and gold dragon. My eyes widen as Xena comes into my view and I nod at her as the door is closed in my face as all hell breaks loose.

he said, just as he turned away for the second time and started to walk in the opposite direction. I shook my head, unable to believe what he was saying. “Aren’t all dragons yours? You are the Dragon King, aren’t you?” “Not this one,” he muttered. “Xaden is going to die, Jaxon,” I blurted, feeling desperate for him to listen to me. “What would you like me to do about that, Miss Anila?” He asked as he continued to walk, and I quickly trailed after him. “You have the power to help him!” I shouted, grabbing his arm to stop him from walking any further. As soon as I made contact with his skin, it was like a thousand lightning bolts shot throughout my skin and I gasped, pulling my hand away like

The look scared her. "So...I am a mage?" Erica asked in a monotone. Her mother's sad eyes and her father's silence gave her the answer that she needed. ~*~*~ Al They lay in a tangle of sweaty limbs. His head rested on Drake's naked chest, he could hear the rhythm of his heartbeat. His partner was quite as they came down from the high. "Hey, what's going in that head of yours?" Drake murmured in a hoarse voice. He swallowed hard then looked up and pasting a grin said, "How sexy your voice sounds when you cum inside me". Drake chuckled thickly, "Is that so?" Then suddenly he was on top of him, pressing his weight down and grinding, "Shall I describe how yours sound then?" his eyes had darkened

Contracted to the Wrong Alpha Chapter 23 **** Lex's Pov Xander was growling, writhing, and snaring at whatever it could. My canines were out so I felt a taste of copper and warm liquid in my tongue as I stared at the two men that were ready to take Lilia. I stared at Alveria whose aura authority was beginning to fade at my cold stare and– Jax! Fuck!! I feel like someone stabbed me, crumpling my crown and pride to the dirt.

Now, in the present day, she found the person who would, the person who also loved her despite what she had become in her grief. “My mate, what troubles you?” His breath fanned across her neck as he nuzzled his scratchy cheek. It was slightly ticklish but she didn’t mind. “Anything and everything. I hope that we don’t fail.” “We will not fail. This will work out.” Freja sighed, her body sagging into a puddle. “I hope so.” “We will not fail. Tauric is an arrogant bastard from what I’ve been told. He makes the mistake of underestimating a dragon, especially me, the Dragon King.” His fingers massaged her arm soothingly.

My claws extended, raking against the cold stone floor as I thrashed about, desperate to break free. Yet, the pain was becoming unbearable and my skin rippled in hurtful pieces. " Xander, you're so predictable," Lucia said, her laughter echoing off the stone walls. "You think you can take on Alpha Drake? He's far more powerful than you'll ever be." The silver seared my skin, the smell of burning flesh filling the air. Skye howled in my mind, a primal scream of rage and frustration. I felt my body begin to contort, my bones shifting and reforming as Skye fought to take control.

His eyes burning like twin suns. He looked like war. He looked like home. He looked like blazing judgement itself ! Draven dove towards the love of his life and caught Malric mid-air by his talons before the Alpha plunged to his death. Draven let out a roar that shook the roots of the earth. “Stella,” Draven breathed out, his dragon screeching profanities at his fiancée. Heavily injured, Malric shifted to his human form, stark naked and heavily bleeding on Draven’s back. Burn marks across his body made Draven go madder with fury. His eyes blazed and his wings stretched wide, blocking the moon. His voice boomed, half-roar, half-command, “How dare you hurt what’s MINE !”

I change into a pair of leather pants and a bra strapping my sword to my waist. While I'm changing, Flavius wanders around the room, lightly brushing his fingers across the many bookshelves I have carved out of the mountain wall. "When I thought of your room, I never thought of so many books. I thought it would be full of weapons and armor," he says jokingly. "I love to read, honestly," I respond. "I’m surprised, though; you even have books written in other languages," he remarks. "There is a lot of great literature that came from the elves and the fae. As a dragon, I am fluent in all languages. I only have to hear the language once, and I can speak it," I tell him nonchalantly.

"Earn it, dragon. Blood starts. Shatter Omega first." His laugh ground stones dark, scarred jaw angling claim-kiss—lips demanding velvet, tongue invasion tasting copper-salt sweat. I yielded fraction fire-match, athletic frame arching his lean, hands fisting gi blood-stiff. "Defiance suits," he growled, throat-pull, teeth grazing pulse claim-bite shallow. Obsidian flared volcanic as mahogany thighs parted instinctively, hakama hiking invitation.