Naomi Lord Dragon Novels & Stories

The warlord stood. He was taller than she'd expected. Broader, too. Built like a creature shaped for war, but moved like he could vanish and strike in the same breath. As a child, she had often wondered what a dragon might look like in human skin—a question whispered between old books and nursery rhymes, half-believing it was myth. But if you ever did see one, it was said to be the last sight your eyes would know. And now, here he was: terrifyingly real, terrifyingly calm. A dragon made flesh. And he was looking at her like she was already burning. "You are Sera of House Vaelir," he said, descending toward her with deliberate, predator-slow steps.

Those eyes burned like an unquenchable flame, testing her patience and scrutinizing her every move. Dragon sat beside his wife, Olivia, who exuded confidence and satisfaction as she spoke to him in a calm tone. His sleek black hair and sharp gaze made him resemble a meticulously crafted statue. Yet, what truly set Dragon apart was the commanding aura that surrounded him—a power that demanded either respect or fear. Jenny, on the other hand, wore a simple dress that highlighted her natural beauty, her wavy hair and green eyes giving her a captivating, understated charm.

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.

- Good morning, my name is Reed, I'm the Beta of Darkmoon Silver Guardians Pack, and I'm on a mission to talk to King Boris, King of the Dragons of the South. The young dragons look at each other. What could a pack of wolves want with the dragons? Werewolves aren't the most aggressive supernaturals out there. Vampires and witches were much worse, but wolves make wars too easy, and are too possessive. Even so, dragons were, without a doubt, the most intelligent, honest and good-hearted species that existed. - My name is Hanna, and I'm the daughter of Boris. I can take you to him. - Are you Princess Hanna? I've heard a lot about you.

They dressed in white, a counterpart to the order of the Black Knights and honoring Nayara’s bright scales. There came a time, however, when the forces of both humanity and Dragon would be tested, though not in the way any of them might have expected. Neyalha, the Dragon Mother, ageless and seemingly exceedingly wise, grew more and more restless. Her mate Gheyaral did not understand. Together they had created this world, and from his perspective all was proceeding well. Yet Neyalha continued to grow more and more unsettled as she observed the actions of the life she had seeded so many ages before.

I raise my shoulders at her. "You met him already? Who is it? Wait, I don't understand. That asshole cheated on you?" Jodie went from happy to murder in five seconds. "Jeez, relax. I guess, I did meet him. I have no idea who it is. My mother says that my dragon will tell me. She just hasn't spoken to me yet." I place my hands on her shoulders and pushed her out the door. "It kind of makes sense why your dragon hasn't spoken to you. We get our dragons young, so they learn and grow with us. At this stage, your dragon is still a baby. I think she still has to learn to talk I guess." I look at her in utter disbelief.

Lord Deragon answered. "If I can't kill him,I will destroy his daughter and take her power." "Why are you here?"Lord Dylan asked. "I tracked down the aura of the last bloodline of my brother down to earth and I must kill her down in order to become the ultimate dragon Lord. Even though I have two powerful dragon's but they are not as powerful as the golden dragon,I have to kill and take her dragon,then I will become an immortal being. My power will be close to god's speed.''Lord Deragon said with a devilish grin on his face.

“Yes, I suppose.” “You passed,” Leo said with full confidence. “That test. I have one more,” Nova said. “Whatever it is, I will win,” I said. She looked me right in the eye and said, “Daddies need to be able to defend their princesses from dragons.” I blinked. Where in the hells was I supposed to get a mythical creature to fight? “A… dragon?” She nodded. “It’s in all the stories.” “That’s true,” Leo said in agreement. “She’s right, Dad.”

Draco asks as he looks at the luna lily like he hasn't seen one for a long time. "If you please Draco this girl is more than what she seems. She is the fiance to Cody of the Wolf People Clan. She is a witch practicing Elder magic. She's the future Queen of the Wolf People Clan. And the outcome of this battle will determine the fate of all Saint Maria. Will you fight for us or not Draco? I hate to be pushy but we are pressed for time. There are spiders coming and the Ghost does have a luna lily. We need your help or we are all doomed," Queen Ursa says as she stands next to me and bows towards the great green dragon. Draco extends his black claws and moves his tail. The spikes on his tail are

We soon reached a sleeping dragon, he was enormous. Dynaris approached the sleeping dragon, her footsteps echoing off the cavern walls. As she drew closer, the dragon's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her with a piercing gaze. Dynaris stood tall, her voice clear and steady. "I mean you no harm, noble dragon. I'm on a quest to reclaim the ancient dragon throne." The dragon's gaze narrowed, his voice low and rumbling. "Many have come before you, seeking to claim the throne. But few have succeeded. Are you prepared to face the trials that lie ahead?" Dynaris nodded, her determination evident. "I'm ready.”