Miss Kobayashi Dragon Maid Novels & Stories

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

Orion lands with a murderous snarl, crouching above her head on all fours, wings spread to their full, menacing breadth, splayed out like a bloodthirsty threat. Darla lands on all fours just mere inches in front of the dragon and leaps agilely backwards, just in time to avoid the jet of shimmering blue-green fire streaming from Orion’s maw. Darla lands deftly on the ground on two human feet, transformed back once more. A mischievous little grin graces her features, beautiful and undaunted even in the face of a massive dragon. “So,” she says, cocking her head. “Orion will be your partner for the day, then.”

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

"What mission?" "Be a maid in the place-" "Wait-wait-wait!" Feli cut off Leonel's words with lightning speed. "Didn't I hear wrong?" Feli looked at Leonel. "I heard the word MAID. MAID? Dad, am I supposed to be a Maid? Really, Daddy?! I don't want to!" "Just one month, Baby Girl-" "I don't want to even for one second!" cut in Feli again. "Then there will be no private jet."

“Why do you not want me to bother?” “Because she is ordered not to interact with you. Dragons are loyal, so if I tell her not to do something, she won’t. If she does disobey me though, she will experience an intense pain that will make her wish she could die.” Cyran shrugged as he started heading upstairs. “Why do you always have to be an ass?” Placing my hands on my hips, I started rethinking the part about wanting to be in a rush to escape. “Oh, by the way, did you like everything that my Maid bought for you? If there is anything else you need, just let me know.” He turned toward me, with one foot on the bottom step, appearing to be uninterested in what I said.

And soon after they turned to rehearsing kabuki plays that Sasha both wrote and starred in as the mysterious and diabolical Yami Tennō or Emperor of the Dark (plus his minions), while Aki dressed up as the valiant princess disguised as a man who would single-handedly broker peace among all the clans. They spent countless hours talking about all subjects, and because Aki didn’t really have the freedom to travel, Sasha would regale her with stories of the hunt, the beasts of the northern ice caps, and the jutsus of the blue Slayers. They made blanket forts in Aki’s room and told ghost stories. Then, when it became clear it was the only way to spend even more time with her, he joined her privat

She wore the typical uniform of a palace maid; her hair tied in a ponytail with whisps of blonde curls crowning her face. “How do you know who I am?” I asked, finally finding my voice. “My apologies. I probably should have opened up with that,” she said, her cheeks turning pink. “I am from your pack.” My heart stopped in my chest. “What?” “The Silver Moon Pack,” she replied. “I am an Omega slave of your father’s pack.” The more I stared at her, the more I realized she did look slightly familiar. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my brows furrowed together. “I don’t understand…”

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

Then a golden lance of lightning came screaming down from above. Drakon hit the ground like a stone. His body was charred, smoking, unrecognizable. He was dead. The gods themselves had struck him down. "Mother." A soft, sweet voice. My child flew to me and wrapped around my hand. Warmth spread through my body. My wounds healed. Then the little dragon flew to Lysander and healed him too. "Mother. Mother." The tiny golden dragon nuzzled against my cheek. Lysander came to my side and put his arm around me. He reached out to touch the little one. I felt as if I were dreaming. None of this seemed real.