Puzzle & Dragons Z Novels & Stories

As Phoenix watched the dragon’s eyes fluttered and opened to reveal bright amber eyes. Phoenix fell on her heels and tried to scramble away from the ferocious sight of the beast rising on its legs, for the first time it rose to its full height completely throwing Goyre’s throne off its back. Smoke poured from its nostrils. Its claws dug into the metal floor. Patry lifted her hands to the awoken dragon. In her palm, the blood which had resonated light was now replaced with 12 small leathery eggs. “W-what are those?”

he said. “Are you kidding me?!” Rozi could not accept this reality. She turned to look at Adrian, and her eyes were filled with despair. It had to be false news. As a renowned dragon hunter, Zayn was captured by the Ocean Draking? That was surely impossible. Apart from that, he had the Dragon Hunter Mace, so he could surely protect himself. "Bullsh*t!" Rozi refuted. "I’m telling the truth!" Pompilio was trembling with fear as he looked at Adrian. "I’ll swear to it!"

If only he could make her forget the hurt she felt at the idea of ever sharing him. “A dragon’s mate is a rarity, bordering on myth,” Rhyzar explained, his eyes dark with barely contained hunger as his hands worked methodically. She couldn’t ignore the visible strain in his pants, his arousal a constant reminder of how close they were to the edge. “The dragon recognized her despair and saw her as part of his soul. Though they could never be intimate in the way you’re imagining,” he added with a knowing smirk that made her cheeks flush.

Multiple sources of power clashing, colliding, tearing at each other with lethal intent. And in the center of it all were two dragons. One had scales the color of fresh blood, gleaming in the firelight. It hovered in the air with wings spread wide, radiating power and authority. The other dragon's scales were obsidian that caught the light when it moved. It was wounded badly, blood streaming from multiple gashes across its body. Its movements were sluggish, defensive rather than offensive. Zavian recognized the dragon instantly. It was one of the two dragons that had broken through his realm's barriers in that alternate reality. One of the biological siblings he'd never known existed until t

"I hate it when you do that." "Do what?" "The hmm thing. Like you know something," he replied. "Just spit it out." Katarina held her hands up in surrender. "Fine. Fine. As you know, Hoards are a…special place for dragons." "Clearly," Thane retorted. "I should have told you this, but in all fairness, I didn't think you'd take her there. Dragons feel the desire to mate when they're surrounded by their hoard. Especially when your mate is marked." Katarina looked back and forth between us, beating around the bush and hoping we'd get the hint.

The air within the Pleasure of Dragons thrummed with magic. The clink of jeweled goblets, and the scent of exotic perfumes mingled with sweat. Qerev’nrys surveyed her domain, a slow, predatory smile stretching her lips. This was her masterpiece, a temple dedicated to sensation, where the ancient, insatiable appetites of Adistaktos's dragons found their deepest satisfaction and she found her money.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Tordin whispered, the man who had been silent in the group. Zarek would murder everyone if anything were to happen to his mate. Dragons were extremely protective of their mates, killing to protect them if needed. Being the largest dragon in existence, there was no telling what would happen should his mate die. “Let us research as much as we can. Find any records, should they exist, of this working.” Samelle shut the book, drawing in ragged breaths. Fear raced icily through his veins. He would not fail Zarek again.

It floods through the air. It floods through me. My wounds burn. Then begin to close. Malrec notices immediately. His eyes flash with furious disbelief. “No,” he breathes. “Yes,” I growl. I surge upward with renewed strength, throwing him back across the terrace. He crashes through the remains of another pillar and rolls across the ancient stone floor before regaining his footing. For a moment we circle one another. Two dragons standing in the center of a dying empire. Above us the bridge blazes like a star.

New changes needed to be made and maybe this could one of them. Drake knew this new change, mixing the wolves and dragons, was dangerous. They both knew, but to live apart? It was too much. The new pack house would house both dragons and wolves with their bedroom on the upper floor. They would have to be careful of conflicts later on. Dragons and wolves had rival tempers.