Phoenix Vs Dragon Novels & Stories

I could feel something moving through me, an attraction that I hadn’t felt before. Sure, he was tall, dark, and handsome. His cheekbones were high and his body looked like something that had been molded by the gods. It didn’t explain why a part of me wanted to lay my head down against him. To rub my cheek against his scarred chest, press my lips against those four ragged lines. “I’m a dragon and I've claimed you as my mate.” I didn’t say anything to him, I didn’t know what that meant. A dragon, that I was his mate. How was I supposed to respond to that?

(Five years later) Lyra’s POV I leaned against the dark tinted window of my limousine as it drove past the City. My reflection stared back at me, my face covered with a Phoenix shaped mask that only allowed my eyes and mouth to be seen, it was my Trademark. The world now knew me as The Phoenix, the name wasn't just branding. It was my story. I had risen from destruction, rebuilt by hands that should never have held me together, and now the very fire that consumed me was now my fuel and weapon.

She exclaimed with excitement as I gave her a toothy grin. Gesturing toward the individuals on the ground I shook my head and told her that I didn't want anyone worshipping me. “The Moon Goddess is our deity,” I asserted firmly and the woman smiled widely before clapping her hands and telling everyone to back off. Wisdom then quickly poked my skin with a pin and tasted my blood while I said, “Ouch.” I eyed her incredulously when she glanced back at me with a confused scowl. “You have Phoenix blood and yet are also the Sacred Shewolf. This is very confusing since you are both unique creatures combined into one,” she said breathlessly before she lowered herself in front of me.

“This isn’t a negotiation. I’m giving you orders.” The tension thickened and reached a stalemate. Ariz suddenly chuckled, tossing his hair back. “A bunch of nobodies think they can act up in front of me?” Loire’s expression darkened. “You can do it the easy way, or the hard way.” They far outnumbered us. I was sweating bullets for Ariz while thinking of a plan, while Ariz had already beaten them down. He pinned Loire to the ground, punching him repeatedly. “Friendship? With you? We’re the dragons! You’re nothing but a bunch of trash fish!”

I smirked, placing my hands on my hips, “They’re mates.” I told him; Phoenix turned his attention back to me, clearly surprised, “Well then, okay.” He thought for a moment, “Do you have a mate?” I was curious by his question, but answered honestly, “No, I don’t.” He nodded his head lightly at my answer, then dad came over to us, “Phoenix, you look well.” Dad told him, “Are you ready to discuss the alliance?” Phoenix nodded, “Thank you, your majesty, and yes, I am.” He smiled at me as he followed my father to the office.

I chuckled, having her curl back up into my lap. I didn’t want Odessa to fight. I wanted her wings to be strong so she could fly high above any scuffle is there was to be one near her. My strength was enough for the both of us, and my Fawn’s dragon was not built to fight. Her dragon was still underweight, but her dragon was more slender than most. Her pearled beast was a peaceful animal not meant to attack. Once her dragon strengthens, I believe she will radiate the magic the dragons have been deprived of for hundreds of years. Her features are soft, the wings covered in feathers were of a dove or an angel. I never wanted to see a drop of blood land on those feathers, but the situation befor

Chad had gone to the eastern city's herbal market to find Doug. So, he took out the prescription, and Doug snatched it away as soon as he saw it. However, after looking at the contents, Doug threw it away. "Are you kidding me? You're basically asking me to get you dragons and phoenixes. Where am I supposed to find that?" Chad said, "If you can't get phoenixes, you should be able to get dragons, right? They say that pythons become dragons when the time comes—"

A few of the men remained on the ground, not transitioning to dragons, for they were to deal with the English mages and stop them from continuing to curse the weapons the knights used. They used old and powerful magic that could quickly kill a dragon, and that was the only way the pathetic English were any match for the dragon-shifters. The English had a few shifters themselves, but none of them were dragons, and only a few could fly. There was a phoenix and a griffin among them, but Ian had injured the griffin hours before, and Valen had destroyed the phoenix. It would rise again, but not during this battle.

“Come closer Phoenix.” Phoenix stumbled forward. “What are you doing?” “What I have waited to do for years.” She held Phoenix’s hand and made a cut in her palm. “I am making more loyal subjects for you. The Drakus has waited years for your birth, only you can revive the Drakus clan.” She squeezed some blood from Phoenix’s hand into her palm and did the same for the pale dragon. As soon as the two drops of blood mixed a bright light shone from Patry’s hand. There was a deep groan that sounded like the earth was rumbling. The foundation of the temple shook loudly. Suddenly the Goyre’s throne tilted. As Phoenix watched the dragon’s eyes fluttered and opened to reveal bright amber eyes.

I wrap my arms around him and he slides over top of me again. ‘How do you feel? Are you sore?’ he asks inside my head. ‘No. Phoenix healed me.’ He growls as he slides inside me again. ‘Does it always feel this good?’ I ask, hoping we’re still connected. ‘We’ll never not be connected again,’ he says, his body sending waves of pleasure through mine. ‘And no. It’s never been like this for me.’ ‘Call him “my dragon”,’ Phoenix says. ‘Dragons love being claimed by their mates and riders.’