Own Pet Dragon Novels & Stories

She beat up those nasty girls and got the power to talk to animals and then helped a little husky in the campus which helped her regain her special senses. "That makes sense...!" she nodded, pleased. Her eyes sparkled with intrigue. She looked down at the little blue thing and asked curiously “And what about you? Who are you?” The dragon yawned again, its eyes half-lidded with disinterest. “I’m only here to complete my mission, keep watching, nothing more. Just ignore me and live your life happily. But to be honest, you can call me if you’re truly in trouble. I might consider helping you if I am pleased.” he said nonchalantly.

A loud growl sounded from the far side of the house, and the sound of heavy paws hitting the marble floor followed. “Mommy’s home,” I called out and walked to the pet food cabin, took out some goodies, and turned to find gold eyes staring at me. I smiled and walked to my fur baby, a beast on four heavy paws and a whole 300 pounds of muscles. Drogon was a six-year-old tiger I had adopted, after rescuing him from the wildfire in Australia. He was a big baby with heavy muscles, snow-white fur with midnight black stripes, and I loved him more than life itself.

he repeated firmly, the deep echo of his voice reverberating through the room. “And no one questions what I claim.” My heart dropped, and my stomach churned with something unfathomable. I could feel the sound of my own heart shattering in my own ears. “Then it is settled,” an elder said, jolting me from my reverie. And just like that, I'd been claimed by a man who'd never shown me his face–Prince Darion. …

Trenton asked, taking a few steps back. “Okay, I see your point. While I don’t believe my father would have done that, I will take your word for it. Since you can turn back time, I will want you to show me what really happened back then, but later.” Cyran answered Trenton, as I held my breath to keep myself from throwing up. “First, let’s get rid of that black Dragon Mark.” Trenton waved his hand and a female, about my age stepped forward. She looked tiny and I couldn’t imagine that she was able to contain a Dragon within her. I knew there were female Dragons, but this was the first time I had seen one.

She had almost stopped laughing at Silas, but with Storm walking in with his hair like that, she started back up again. “It appears that we have a prankster in our midst.” Travian points out. “No shit, when I find this said prankster he or she is dead. No one messes with my hair.” Storm seethed. Dray picks up our little mate and takes her into the kitchen to calm her down. I decide to talk to dad about Dray and mines idea. I saw how much she liked Nephilitium’s weirdly huge pet rat, and we both thought that a pet for her would be good. We have no idea what to get. We have to find something that is not afraid of our dragons when we shift.

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”

The next morning, we plan to talk to Cal about his DNA, but before we have a chance to do that, another one of the dragons shifts. Because these first shifts are so painful for the dragons, we all go outside to be with them. This time, it’s Kenzo, one of our earth dragons. He, Ajax, and Ancalagon have become close friends. So, I’m not surprised to see Ajax on one side of Kenzo and Ancalagon on the other. Ancalagon is crooning encouragement while Ajax is telling him to breathe through the pain.

Also, I would like to see how loyal my newest pet was. Adrienne lowered his head and eyes. "Forgive me." I pointed at the dagger my pet held before looking him in the eye. "Do not lose that. Only three of its kind have been forged and this is the last. Only that can harm the Fae dragon. Just a scratch is lethal enough to a regular Fae. One blow should do the trick. Can I trust you with this?" He tilted his head to and observed my face for a bit. "Yes. I will not misplace your trust."

Silent steps on the grass. "I am Átila. This is Kuzey. We are the Twin Dragons, ancient guardians of this land." Irmak couldn't look away. Between their legs, semi-erect penises swung heavily. Thick. Veins pulsing visibly under the thin skin. Broad, pink heads glistening slightly with moisture. She had never seen men so perfect. So rawly powerful. Their scent invaded the clearing. Burnt wood. Dark spices. Something animal. Wild. Masculine.