My Little Pony Dragon Oc 소설 & 이야기

I feel the substance lift from within me and come out through my mouth. I feel him first,his rage twinning with mine,as flames lick at my skin like a lover. “Hello little one.” My dragon's voice rings in my ear.

Jenny Anderson Pov I was with Max and my three kids at the table for breakfast and I came to Dragon and Olivia pulled the chair next to him and sat down. I was trying to pretend to be firm, but... But then we had Olivia part of the breeder's sandwich and I got her to share it with Dragon under our eyes, especially my kids. I know Dragon pushed her out of it until she fell, but how she does this in front of my little kids and how he lets her do it, for as long as I'm going to be with him should get away from it completely.

Her opalescent scales shimmered in the moonlight as she glared up at me. 'I am only a hatchling in this realm. My soul has been around for a very long time, taking the form of one familiar or another, but you are the first to be worthy of my true form.' Her true form? The egg shifted once more, and more of the shell cracked and fell apart until there stood a tiny dragon. She spread her wings, flicking her spiked tail back and forth at the remaining shell before once more looking up at me. She was beautiful. Covered entirely in shimmering opalescent scales, small horns pointed backward off her head as she raised it back up to look up at me, causing the spines running the length of her back to

Lilah asked, curious. “I see why you’d think that but no. When a fire dragon procreates with a werewolf Omega it produces an ice dragon.” Gaz opened the next door for her. “So if all dragon-shifters are male, then are some of you like male males and some like Omega males and can get pregnant?”

His pupils grew round and full, like a bird of prey watching a mouse. What was Spencer? What had I gotten myself into? I should have just stayed home and confronted Nolan and my sister. If I had it would suck, but I wouldn’t be about to be possibly murdered by someone who might not be human. A rumbling growl came from deep in Spencer’s chest and he leaned back slightly on his barstool. Watching me with those eerie looking eyes. “I’m a dragon.” The words were raspy and didn’t sound human. It was almost a growl, but not quiet, something animalistic. A warning.

Draven scolded and Argo turned his head and looked at Draven. “I'm not a damn Sky pony! I'm a large, strong dragon that breathes fire, not some stupid pony!” Argo huffed and then turned his head back toward the Omega as he approached his mate. The dragon scales once again began to glow and smoke seeped from his body. “Argo!”

then facing her spouse, “Come now, make some clothes for the boy, can’t you see he’s getting cold?” As if by cue, Johan gave a sneeze. Dorin muffled his laugh. Damien went to Johan and placed the cloak he was wearing on the fire mage. “May I have a look at him?” he extended his hand towards Dragon. Johan let the dragon child climb into the groundskeeper’s arms. “Oh, look at him,” Lucille cooed, “He’s already got the tip of one horn coming out!” “Where?” Obra come closer to look. “There, see?” Lucille pointed at a point on top of Dragon’s forehead.

"What?" Azalia couldn't believe her ears. Surely, she hadn't heard Melech right. "A dragony?" She repeated in a puzzled voice. "Nobody in their right mind would ride such a dangerous creature." Dragonies were small dragon-like creatures belonging to the Adom Kingdom. They were a dark orange colour, their wings and bodies covered with red scales strong enough to stop a blade. They were gorgeous but could breathe fire and had extremely sharp fangs and claws that could kill a man on the spot. Azalia would never dare approach one of those too close.

And there they were, our five little dragons, breaking free of their shells with tiny claws and tiny wings and tiny, furious roars that echoed off the stone walls. It was the most terrifyingly beautiful thing I had ever seen. Each of them was perfect in their own way. Ryn, with his shimmering blue scales and mischievous golden eyes. Tetris, who had Lorien’s fiery red coloring and a curious streak a mile wide. Duncan, solid and steady, with dark bronze scales and a quiet strength that reminded me of his father. Eina, delicate and graceful, with silver wings that sparkled like moonlight. And Violet, my little wildflower, with deep violet scales and a fierce, stubborn spirit that let you know r

“You didn’t lose your dragon powers, did you?” Drake blinked. “No, I still have my dragon. Why?” His gaze narrowed. I studied him carefully. “Because Opal is dead… and yet, your powers are still intact.” Drake stiffened. “Wait… what?” His voice was hoarse. “She’s dead? But I—I didn’t feel anything. My dragon didn’t stir, didn’t react to her death. That only cleared she was not my mate. I wonder why Dragon acted weird around her?”