Speed Stingers Dragons Novels & Stories

"No. It does not. I've had better." He chuckled. "You lie." I swallowed and clenched my fists hard as i mirrored his coy smile. "Do i though?I must say,i am quite disappointed. Even human males do better. Your touch makes me sick."His eyes darkened and i knew i should not have. Zephyros might have ignored the jab but Dragons were creatures of humongous pride. They would never ignore insults. In a split second he was in front of me,grabbing me by my hands and slamming me into the nearest tree. It knocked the air out of me and i gasped for breath.

Astrid asks. "Ropes." Loras answers restraining his smile. "Ropes?" "Yes." He winks at her and she catches the idea. "Pervert!" She shouts and pats Aine on her back to fly faster. Loras laughs and does the same with Dracos. It's on! Unfortunately for Astrid, Dracos and Loras have trained for years together. Aine is fast but every time she catches speed she feels Astrid starting to panic a little and slows down even if Astrid pats her back to reassure her she's fine.

Although some of their features match that of a dragon, they look more spooky and disturbing to stare at. Three pair of long legs allow them to leap up high and easily escape his arrows by sprinting at a lightning's speed. An elongated body that goes straight to a tail gives them the flexibility to smoothly dodge an assault or obstacles on their ways. The shape of their heads is identical to a wyvern's, and as Serina mentioned earlier, the number of huge eyes vary from one another, they also have horns at the top of their heads. Capable of jumping up to two meters, Tristan finds it rather difficult to catch up to them at first.

Harris thought it was so magical being in the sky and looking at the two large dragons flying on their right. Harris could easily tell which one was Lana. Her dragon was almost half the size of Adonis and Atticus. Draven was bigger than both. His wing span was larger, and his body was twice the size of Lana's. Draven’s tail stretched out longer than the other two dragons. The spikes along his head and neck were sharper, more pronounced and longer, and his talons looked deadlier.

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.

My stupid fucking dress slowed me down, but Katarina gripped my arm, dragging me along with her when I couldn't keep up. My legs whined with exertion, but adrenaline fired through my system. Thane exhilarated me, and my heart pounded with amazement as I stared up at him. He slammed his paws down, purposefully shaking the entire island and clearing the path for us. The Sea Serpent waited for us in the harbor, guards surrounding the ship until Thane flew up into the air, diving deep into the water before reemerging to roar again. No one could believe what they were seeing. A real-life water dragon shaking the very foundation of the kingdom.

They were gliding through the sky and the smaller one widened her eyes as she touched the surface of the grass and then rolled forward as she stumbled and fell. “Oops!” she said loudly and stood up straight as she folded her wings behind her back. “Abeloth,” the bigger one said and bowed her head. “Scylla,” Abeloth said and inhaled her scent deeply. “Abigail,” Scylla said and dove into her with a force that set Abigail down on the grass. Abigail screamed as she merged with her dragon. “Mine … where’s mine?” the smaller dragon asked as she looked around. “Shae!” she yelled excitedly and bounded towards Shae.

Derek Stygian’s stripper's club was bathed in a deep red light. The kind that makes everything look darker than it really was. Shadows moved along the walls as slow music played through hidden speakers, the bass low and steady like a heartbeat. The air felt hot with sin, heavy with smokes of their cigarettes, filled with sweat of the male strippers and the tables were filled with expensive alcohol. Not everyone in the city was allowed into Stygian's secret cult. Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in.

Same relaxed posture. Like he hadn’t even tried. Heat rose in my chest. No. No way. I rushed forward again, faster this time. This time I attacked in a quick series—left strike, right strike, then a burst of power forward. Dragon moved smoothly. Effortlessly. Every hit missed. Every burst of power slid past him like water around stone. My breathing quickened. I jumped back and immediately lunged again. This time I aimed low— He stepped aside. I spun—