Prideful Vampire Dragon Novels & Stories

"What do you mean by No?" Nyra asked with anger. Drake can pull her easily out of the pit. He is an orange dragon. His human strength will also be much higher than any other beings out there. He can easily kill a werewolf, Vampire, or any others in his human form. Pulling her from that pit is a child's play for him. But she doesn't know that. Her interaction with Dragons is Nill, so she doesn't know about their abilities and strength.

I, Silindra had been ruler of the vampires for over a thousand years. I ruled because of systematic planning, a shrewd knowledge of the citizens I governed, and the cunning to deal with other magical creatures in the world. Like dragons. Dragons and vampires coexisted peacefully, for the most part. While some of the human vampires craved dragon blood, the originals, like me, had no stomach for the foul-smelling creatures. The oldest and most impressively magical dragon of them all was called Abernathy. He was kind of a prickly character but, once you got around his rough edges, he had the heart of a gentleman.

she asked, she hadn’t even thought a vampire could do something like that let alone let that be an option “yeah he’s done it. There was a human here when i first became his familiar who only wanted to be bitten, he let the others give that human the bite but he only scratched and drank that way, by the end the human was able to let him feed without feeling a thing from him, it had been why i knew when it was my turn to be part of his people that i would call you to help me and them, they are so careful pet i had no choice but to trust them” mave said she had stopped packing looking her in the eyes. She sighed

she whispered, her voice a mere breath against the silent night. I offered her a small, enigmatic smile, my fangs glinting in the moonlight. "Perhaps even creatures like me can be captivated by the scent of royalty. My dear, I am known as Draco, a creature of the night, thirsty for the essence that courses through your veins." Her fear turned to disbelief, and she took a tentative step backward, her voice trembling, "You're... a vampire?" I nodded slowly, the moonlight casting a bewitching glow upon my pale skin. "Indeed, my dear. And your scent, oh, it is a delicacy I cannot resist."

And Lucifron picks up the struggling child, and puts it on his shoulder, initiating the march behind the vampire, until they reach a road, get into a big black car and go down the road, leaving behind the screams of the man who had the idea of ​​selling the dragon. Lucifron was sitting, holding the child tightly in his lap, beside his master, without any thought or gesture, and Zog was furious. He was a red dragon, the most powerful on the Dragons island, and one of the most powerful in the world. Red dragons were rare, and that vile creature didn't know what he had bought. Lucifron could be subdued by the vampire's voice, but not him. But as long as Lucifron held him captive, as the vampire

They both try to prevent the unfortunate incident from happening. "MASTER, STOP!" Ian shouts at Erin to stop her in case she's commanding the dragon. But then he turns out to be wrong and he realises that when he recalls what the dragon has said. It's just following Erin's wish. And now her wish is to win, no matter what! That’s where the true identity of Erin comes out...the identity of a vampire. While vampires are strong and different from other beings, their pride is something that is similar to an unshakable mountain. They try to protect it with all of their might. Erin is also indifferent according to this theory.

Mother closed her eyes briefly like she already knew where this conversation was heading. Father’s jaw tightened. “The vampires refused to present their tribute and attempted to break away from Dragon rule entirely. They believed the dragons would negotiate with them.” A bitter look crossed his face. “They were wrong.” "They wiped the entire race off the face of the earth," Father whispered, the memory darkening his features. "An entire kingdom, gone in less than a month." A cold dread settled even deeper into my stomach at his words. I knew the story too well. I had read them in history books.

‘A crispy snack, that is,’ my wolf snickers. There are a few things that can kill a vampire. Dragon fire is one of those things. ‘Too bad Trent doesn’t blow fire but thunders.’ I don’t have a lot of experience with dragons, but Trent, Voros’ dragon, can easily tear apart a vampire in two. His power is that of the electric storm, making him one of the rarest dragons out there. Fire dragons are the most common ones, followed by ice and earth. Voros has never used his power since coming here, but he has been building up a storm for a few weeks now. The grey clouds covering the sky day and night are mostly Voros doing, and when we are gone, a much needed rain will flood this valley. With a bit o

I became relieved. The scene I had just witnessed came flashing through my mind. I couldn't believe what I had witnessed. The woman before me was no ordinary human; her ethereal beauty and shimmering scales revealed her true identity as a dragon. My husband, Rex, the Prince of the Dragon Clan, had betrayed me with one of his own kind. As an Omega I wasn't asking for much, all I wanted was mutual respect for both parties as husband and wife.

“Alaric Vortemont. The vampire. He’s the one with those molten-silver eyes, always looking like he can peer into your very soul and tear it apart. He’s heir to one of the oldest vampire bloodlines in the world.” Mina jumped in, her tone smooth yet serious. “Then there’s Kade Thorne, the brooding werewolf. Tall, dark-haired, forever shoving his hands in his pockets like the universe has offended him. He’s Alpha-born, dangerously quiet, a real liability if you annoy him, especially on a full moon.” Caleb smirked, thrilled to add his piece. “And let’s not forget Damien Drakaris, the dragon. With his golden eyes and a sharp smile, it’s like he’s always plotting how to set the world ablaze. His f