My Dragon System Audiobook Novels & Stories

She slumped with the impact. She was losing consciousness as the gun was being pulled out of her hands. Someone snorted. “We hit the jackpot. The bitch is here in a sexy avatar. Let’s show her where she belongs.” Men guffawed. No… no… no… this can’t be! Please don’t let me faint God! Not now, please… she fell into darkness and oblivion. A/N Thank you everyone who has decided to read this book. Follow my I*G* to get updates on latest books and inspirations. Remember to leave comments. Happy reading. XX KK

Spinning around, I saw a golden monster crouching down, with my reflection inside its diamond eyes. Heaven knows how much I wanted to escape, but instead of doing just that, I was frozen on the spot. “Hmmm...” A low growl rumbled from deep within its chest. In Herneith’s point of view, this was her first time seeing such a beast, so concentrated fear gripped her, but in my viewpoint, I knew then this was Axel’s ancestor in the flesh. The great dragon king. “My Su-Aniffti. Finally, you have come,” his thunderous voice filled my head.

My chest rose from the bed, nothing short of an exorcism, as my dragon roared from my mouth. “GET OFF!” My dragon spoke, pushing the Duke off with unbearable force. The witch stood in the corner, now shaking as the light faded from the center of my chest. The light was now a beacon to who I would destroy. My dragon wanted blood, and I was going to cook this bitch to a crisp.

I stretched my neck to look for his figure, amidst the smoke and all those ashes, after we parted ways from the dragon’s previous attacks. I showed him an ‘ok’ sign at him before using my heightened senses again. In the dark, I could see the dragon’s body being a literal line of blue, but that’s all there is to it. The dragon is an empty shell, just like Clairmont told me. My gaze wandered about the dragon’s body. “…There is something strange on its right hindlegs!” I accidentally hollered back at him, which of course, Clairmont won’t be able to realize because of our distance. I cleared my throat and sent a telepathy to him.

Jackson, leaning forward with keen interest, interrupted, “Does it happen instantly? Or does it take time?” Shaking his head with a mysterious expression, Dragon replied, “There’s no fixed rule. Sometimes, the feeling is immediate and powerful. Other times, it’s gradual, like slowly discovering a missing piece of yourself.” But Jerry, not entirely satisfied with the answer, gave Dragon a challenging look. Suddenly, he asked a question that was like a stone dropped into still water: “And you, Dragon? Who is your mate?”

Then Black Dragon spoke. “Hello. I’m Black Dragon of Dark Knight, 18. But just call me JD outside.” He said with a smirk. I gulped. He’s not even offering his hand for us to shake. He’s not even sharing anything more about himself. Just like that. His aura radiates confidence and no fear. But I can also sense a feeling of excitement and loneliness at the same time. I shook my head. It’s confusing. I sighed. Sean-hyung looked at me. “Something wrong, Hawkeye?” he asked.

Chapter 46: Flames of War Chaos exploded around us before I could even catch my breath. Draven’s cock was still buried deep inside me, thick and pulsing from his latest load, when the first dragon roar shook the walls of my childhood home. The ground trembled. Glass shattered somewhere in the kitchen. My mother screamed and Kael dove under the table like the coward he was.

“Mitch. Yes, Mitch.” “Mine. My Kellie.” He said in a deep growl as his thrusts pounds into me. The sound of our flesh slapping against each other. Our climax begin to climb together as I could feel his pleasure along with mine. It must be the bond and our lovemaking feels more intense. “Open your eyes. Look at your mate. Look at me.” He growls at me. I open my eyes, look at him, and saw his eyes had changed again. The dragon is here. “Are you afraid my mate? Are you afraid of your dragon?”

Making a mental note to pick up some books by the author for Andreena. ‘Based on the best-selling book series by Jenson Spellmore Dragon’s Lovers,’ Andreena settled against me and we watched the show for a few minutes before the main dragon came onto the screen. He wasn’t in his human form and I heard my mate suck in a breath. She glanced over at me before looking at the screen and then back at me again. “What is it, sweet Andreena?” I asked, reaching for the remote and turning the volume down so that I could focus on her.

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang