Taming The Dragon Within Novels & Stories

Seeing the anger in his eyes, I nervously respond, “Just that maybe Brehm was set up and didn’t take the stone. Is there another way into this room without a dragon?” Taran pauses for a moment, “No, there isn’t a way in without a dragon. But someone could’ve let him in because they thought he would be safe.” I look over at the dragon statues, “Did anyone say they let him hide here?” Taran pushes me against the wall, towering over me. His harsh voice shows his displeasure, “You think a dragon took the stone? The stone, that gives us the ability to shift, reproduce, use magic, and a list of other things. Why would a dragon do that? Why would they want to eradicate their kind?”

He shook his head at his own stupid thought. “ Come here! I won't hurt you. ” Vayldre cooed at her, but she gave him a suspiscious look keeping her guard high up. She had heard tales of the ruthlessness of Dragons from the old people in the town when she was a child. She had heard the tales of how they burned cities down, leaving only the fire, blood and ashes behind. She would be really foolish if she ever trusted a DRAGON. They were different from humans as she knew. They had powers beyond anyone's imagination and no one knew to what extent they could use their own powers.

And now Sarah has returned… but she still hasn’t gone to see her. The tension between them is growing. I sigh. There are too many fractures forming at once. But right now I can’t fix friendships. I can barely hold the pack together. “After this is over,” I tell her. It’s the only promise I can give. — “It’s time,” Alex says. We leave the meeting room together. The transformation hits like a storm ripping through my bones. My body tears and reshapes as the white wolf bursts free. Freedom. Power. The ground blurs beneath my paws as we begin to run.

The Beast. He was surprised to say the least, that Professor Ridley-Forrester was a young, Asian woman. She was about as intimidating as a butterfly. Had his brother been joking about her reputation? Sure, he’ll admit that the woman possessed great self-defense skills but nothing about her screamed evil bitch. Evan decided to introduce himself. Without another thought, he strolled onto the mat, stopping in front of the petite woman.

“Handsome ones. Gentlemanly ones. Hell, even Rhyers is more of a gentleman, than you! Something I never thought I’d say, yet it hasn’t been I with my arms tangled around one of them.” “You mistake me!” He hit the wall next to her. Making her wince. Reminding him how important it was that he rein in his beast. He couldn’t be so aggressive. Not with her. You can’t lose your temper with her. He calmed. Blowing a long breath and rolling his eyes Heavenward as he willed himself patience. The dragon in him was roaring. Pressing its bladed spine against his skin. Casting gold scales over his face and neck before he could get them stamped down.

He tilted his head towards the mansion. I stared at James in silence. "I define me." I said softly. "No man -not you, not Georgio... Will decide my story." For a second I felt James look at me. "Careful, heather." He spoke quietly, "words like that? They almost sound admirable." He smirked, "Almost." I glanced at him, irritated. "We need to leave. Now!" "You can't keep hating me if you want, heather. It'll hurt you less when the real monsters come for you?" James said quietly, before entering the car.

Is that what you call respecting my living space? I will not allow myself to be bullied by a man.I refuse to find myself imprisoned in fear and pain; I would never be like my mother, always bending over backwards in front of her master.If my life is going to look like this, I would prefer to end it.No sooner had I thought of the worst than an excruciating pain burned my brains, while Ryley fell to his knees, moaning."I overreacted and probably overreacted, but I will never hurt you!He defends himself with tears in his eyes.Lyra... You'll kill us both if you continue..."I only belong to me!Don't ever threaten me again!I cried, still furious.It's my body, and I do what I want with it!"Lyra...

I asked. "You must learn to control your emotions," the dragon said. "You must learn to let go of your anger and your fear. You must learn to find peace within yourself. Only then can you begin to unlock your true potential." I nodded, and I took a deep breath. I knew that it would be a difficult journey, but I was determined to take it. "Will you help me?" I asked the dragon. "I will guide you on your path," the dragon said. "But the journey is yours to take. No one can do it for you. You must find the strength within yourself to make the journey." I looked at the dragon, and I knew that it was right. I had to do this on my own. I had to find my strength. "I will do it," I said, my voice fi

I yelped and patted it out quickly and held him tightly, trying not to run off this time. "The best thing to do is to also make sure you're the dominate one." Sylar told me. "Don't run off when he's mad at you and make sure to let him know you're upset at him." He pulled out a jar of a herb then. "This stuff is from the dragon realm. It's been hand picked by wizards and traded to our family. Mother dragons feed it to their young so that way the whole nest doesn't burn up when the hatchlings are playing and get mad at each other. We call this stuff D-T. It stands for Dragon Tamer. Bland isn't it?" He chuckled. "Heat this up on the stove with the milk, stir it well okay? Don't let it all colli

He buries himself deep and within a very short time we explode. Our elicit routine varies little. Tahr leads me out on the perch and we shift. Sex in dragon form is a craving I won't deny myself. It's different and somehow more fulfilling. It always leaves me exhausted and afterward I'm able to sleep without haunting, lonely dreams of my dragon. Tahr flies by my side afterward and watches with forlorn eyes as I enter my room. And my heart breaks again. ***