Romans & histoires Shut Up Evil Dragon Novel

Charlotte remained silent and didn't say a word but kept staring at the shadow on the ground . " Why aren't you saying anything ?! Turn around ! " said the dragon king . Charlotte was afraid . Her heart started to beat like crazy . She didn't know what to do . He told her to turn around but her legs were barely holding her up . " I said to turn around ! " said the dragon king and touched her shoulder . When Charlotte saw his hand which was similar to a snake's skin and the claws he has as his nails she backed away and her foot slipped from the bed silk bedsheet she had stepped on .

My chest rose from the bed, nothing short of an exorcism, as my dragon roared from my mouth. “GET OFF!” My dragon spoke, pushing the Duke off with unbearable force. The witch stood in the corner, now shaking as the light faded from the center of my chest. The light was now a beacon to who I would destroy. My dragon wanted blood, and I was going to cook this bitch to a crisp.

it kept on yelling at Abednego. "The game is now, to bring him down, the time is ripe for Igodo forest, yes, for the entire evil forest to drink his blood," the things thundered as it crunched down on the head of Matendechere and chewed, laughed and cried as it devoured her flesh from slit area. Licking the blood that was dropping from the head. Abednego's mind, body, soul weren't prepared for this moment. The thing pulled bowels out from the lifeless body of Matendechere. Abednego's world… shattered and crumbled right before his very eyes.

At this point, she was sure the dragon was in control,but as suddenly as he changed, Drago came back to himself. “He will not hurt you,” he whispered in her ear,”he just wants to enjoy his mate.” “Mmm,” Madchen moaned and all her inhibitions dissipated like a mist into the night. Drago wasted no time as he sat up, and ripped his shirt off, revealing his perfectly toned abs and pecs.He pulled her up with him. They were chest to chest now,Madchen completely absorbed in the bliss that was Drago, her sexy onyx dragon. Suddenly, his lips claimed hers with a fiery passion, demanding entrance to her delicious mouth with his tongue. Madchen Allowed it, letting him lead as he explored her mouth. Soon

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

Thane Drogos "Have you ever wanted to ride a dragon?" I asked, wading in the deep water. I noticed how she eyed me, eyes darkening, desire present on her face. "I believe I already have." Evie raised an eyebrow, chewing on her lower lip. I laughed. God, I loved her. "Then how about this—have you ever wanted to be fucked by a dragon on a mountain of gold?" Her mouth dropped open, eyes widening as she put two and two together. "You're taking me to your hoard?"

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

said the old Ci, looking at Long Chen seriously. "What is it?" asked Long Chen, who also wanted to hear the answer to everything that was happening now. "The black dragon is called the dragon of destruction and annihilation, but it is not an evil dragon as described in the ancient books of the universe. In fact, there is an evil dragon that has half the blood of the black dragon. It is called an evil dragon because it has committed unforgivable crimes in this universe!" replied the old man, explaining about the evil dragon, which has the blood of the black dragon. At that time, the evil dragon was actually also called the black dragon's child, but that was before the black dragon found out a

Something's very wrong. A scream tore from her lips, echoing through the trees. But the sound was cut short as a massive shadow passed overhead, blotting out the stars. Cathy's heart thundered in her chest as she recognized the familiar silhouette. ‘The dragon. Magnus's dragon.’ The dragon spirit—Magnus's dragon—landed beside her with earth-shaking force. Its obsidian scales gleamed in the moonlight, each one a mirror reflecting her own wide-eyed wonder. ‘It's here. It's actually here.’