Prideful Vampire Dragon Novels & Stories

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

“The vampire king, Jorah, had a youngling, a daughter stolen by a werewolf many years ago during a war. The king has been searching for her ever since.” I felt a strange connection to the missing princess. To be stolen away from everything that you know and love would be a terrible crime indeed. I could understand why the vampires would make the werewolves blood slaves. Sebastian stopped and asked, “How did you end up in Stormveil Pack?” He was very still as if he was listening with his entire body. It made me think he knew something I did not.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

My dragon likes the stone and I enjoy seeing pride in his eyes when I wear it. Sir Orifice only had one goal and that was to remove my dress and fuck me. Hitting him over the head with a large vase from the nightstand beside the bed was easy. Repeatedly stomping his fingers beneath my boot satisfying. My thirst for blood began as a child when I planned to kill the dragon. I will never be a normal bride. Had never been a normal child. Somehow the gods matched me with the one man who would see my savagery as a bonus.

"But in the end, he won’t care if you’re mated. If he wants you, he’ll have you.” Thinking of mating with anyone other than Primus makes me ill. Before Primus, human males had taken advantage of me. I didn’t know that I was a dragon, or that I had so much power contained within me, so there was nothing to stop them from taking what they wanted, often by violent force. If this Moon Glow Dragon--or Elf as many call them--uses his mind to take away my inhibitions, how is that any different? Just because he wouldn’t use physical force doesn’t make it any less a violation.

For the weapons forged by the Holy Flame could break the blessings of heaven and hell no matter if he or she was a kin of darkness. Even from his mighty stature, wherein only a few had lived to tell the tale, Damon the Prideful could only grin with deep depravity for he was unable to save the one person who mattered to him. The assets he had proudly pranced for centuries reduced its values equivalent to the rubbles beneath his soles. A deep guttural moan released from the red-scaled dragon’s heaving chest. ‘Had I been stronger, will your warmth remain to the end of eternity?’ Damon the Prideful lamented as his dragon form roared once more. Gone were the infernal flames which reminded him of

“No.” Marcus stared. Nicholas took my phone from my hand. “We find Ethan.” “You just said—” “I said we aren’t walking into Gabriel’s trap.” Nicholas looked at the photograph again. “We make him walk into ours.” Something about his voice changed the room. The Dragon wasn’t a supernatural creature. He didn’t breathe fire. He didn’t have scales or wings. But right then, I understood exactly why people had given Nicholas Aspen that name. Marcus did too. He straightened.

A trophy to parade around on their arm. I hated it. I hated all of them. I never let anyone in, not like I let Thane in. Then, I thought about the creature that emerged from the ocean, and I tried to be scared of it. Stand behind the awful things I said. I should be afraid of dragons. Those jagged teeth. Massive wings. Leathered skin with the gant of an apex predator. Golden horns coiled around his head like a crown. I suppose it made sense. Thane was the crown prince, and his dragon form showed it off unabashedly. The light that reflected off of beautiful iridescent scales. Shifting from midnight blue to black. Breathtaking.

"He's just one vampire, oldest there is, but still just another vampire." His smile was full of teeth. "It seems you failed to pay attention during your history lesson. Vladimir is just over four hundred years old, so no, he's not the oldest to walk the land, infact he's barely old enough to be considered an elder. He's however the powerful vampire that has ever walked the earth. As a matter of fact his reign of terror was so vast and devastating that he nearly killed every single witch on Earth. The great pact, you know the one that has elevated us to the level of power amongst the supernatural Community? It was created to stop the war between the witches and vampires, yes but it was brough

Five male vampires were seated on the left wing of the table while four male vampires and one female vampire were seated on the other wing. They were even surprised to see her in such a state, looking haggard and frustrated. "Bring her here." Mosco ordered. His seat was the first to be seen from where their head seat was. The drudge vampire leaped towards her and brought her to him. The drudge vampires were special servants made and specifically owned by the grand elders of Volturi. These are the strongest vampires of the coven. The vampire left to bury her mate with a few of her kind after narrating everything in detail.