Novel & Cerita Shut Up Evil Dragon Novel

Uncle Lucifer said in a low rumbling growl. “Uncle?” Brair asked as we all drew back, fearing an angry Uncle Lucifer. Lucifer sighed, placing the book gently on the coffee table. “That book,” he said, his gaze distant, “details the war and the findings of Draconis Cor—a cult dedicated to preserving the Prophecy of the Dragon.” Uncle Lucifer explained bluntly. “What is the prophecy of the dragon?” Millie asked as she leaned over to look at the book.

She said as her eyes became emotionless, while Valerian and the Black Dragon froze. Zenneth sat on the nest that has two big eggs of a dragon, then she lean on Valerian's chest. "What do you mean by that? What did you saw?"The Black Dragon asked. "A bloody one." END OF CHAPTER 40

The black light clashed against the white light and let out a screeching noise. GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUULLLLLL~ ROOOOOARRRR! Unfortunately, Fluppy that was lying near them had the biggest secondhand impact. Fluppy convulsed on the ground, writhing in pain due to the excessive inhalation of the intoxication scent around them. For the first time in her life inside the novel did she feel resentment towards the dragon. The dragon was supposed to be one of the most important beings inside here. They were an existence that stood above all other existence in this fictional novel.

He then helps Ellie to her feet. "Now tell me, how did this happen?" Lochness questions. "Valdis betrayed the horde by allying with the elder dragon Sixten. Sixten wishes to take over the northern lands and rebuild the lost kingdom of Highmire," Ellie informs them. Lochness and Vesla's eyes both go wide with shock. "Sixten, that bastard," Lochness mumbles out. "I thought Sixten was dead," Vesla says in shock. "As did I," Lochness replies.

The moment Clara clenched the ruby in her palm, a terrifying pressure surged through the Dragon Abyss. The stench of death spread in all directions as the slumbering evil dragon finally opened its eyes. Clara was so terrified that her legs nearly gave out. She trembled violently and stammered, "There really… There really is an evil dragon down here!" The dragon's body was shrouded in black miasma. It opened its blood maw wide and slithered closer to Clara with obvious malice.

That won't end well, Dragon. The tension between us was intense, the excitement, the dominant man was not good for me, the tattoo falling from his fingertips to his chest. Chaos Dragon will only bring me "We are the authors of our books, Jenny Anderson, we choose how to finish, and I know how I want my books to end." "How is that?" "I want you to stand in front of that window and stare at everyone while I fuck you so you can't walk." He said frankly, and my hip tried to tie them together, but his thigh prevented them from doing so.

“But dragons can change shape. How would I know…” “I’ve never seen a dragon who could pretend to be a human this well,” I wave my arms up and down. “Silly girl, If I were the real Primus Majere,” I say as I look over my shoulder. “Then I’d be the worst of the worst--an Earth Dragon. Those bastards demand virgins as tribute for their work, and then leave them broken on the side of the road after they’ve done what they wanted with them,” I spit, adding a bit of extra venom to my words. “Is that really what you think of me?”

he said with a dark voice and slammed inside me without remorse. I gasped taking him all at once as pain mixed with pleasure surged through my bones. This was the price I had to pay to get my revenge. Mating with the dragon king, conquering my tyrant father, and taking the throne as Queen. A perfect revenge plan I would do anything to accomplish. The devil above me wracked my soul, filling me up with his fiery seeds until my body felt like a volcano harboring hot lava. He went on and on like a ravaging beast, tearing my inside apart. Even though he went in ruthlessly, I couldn't deny that he was good. Especially with a cock as large as his.

"No sedation needed this time. The child stopped screaming after the first incision.” My fingers went numb. I dropped the journal. It hit the floor with a muffled thump, the pages splaying open. There were more journals. Stacked haphazardly in a crate beneath the table. I pulled another one out, this time leather dyed blue. Gold initials on the spine. Someone had once been proud of this work. "Only a dragon can rule dragons. The blood must be bent, broken, reshaped. The Order fears me because I do what they will not. I evolve the breed."