Taming The Dragon Within Novels & Stories

The burning sensation was everywhere – and he didn’t even know how he could be able to stop it – he wanted to stop it. Denver groaned in so much pain – as his skin was like tearing apart. And so were his bones snapping from one after the other – as if they wanted to be broken apart. And for that one last loud growl that resonated around them – Denver could still hear the panic in his cousin’s voice. “F*ck it!” Those were Levi’s last words before everything went black. *** POV: King Levi Storm He stared at Denver as he turned into his inner beast. It took him a painful hour to transform – which was not the usual shifting time. He could sense that this was becoming more and more complicated as

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.

“I’m not afraid to hurt you if it’s necessary.” “As you’ve proven, girl. But like I said, beware your wild blood. It’s made you a little too wild. Don’t you feel it, the way the dragon’s changing you, manipulating you? This is part of the process. You need to dominate it in every way, make certain your power and mastery over it.” “I feel nothing except the need to stop listening to you. I can make that happen one way or the other.”

“Strong. Dangerous. You’ve become the perfect canvas for me to… mold.” I didn’t flinch. Ten years ago, those words would have paralyzed me. Now, they were just fuel. I didn't wait for him to strike. I shifted - not a full transformation, but a lethal middle ground. My white wolf rose to the surface, but she wasn't alone. The silver-blue glow of my dragon scales flashed like lightning at the edges of my skin. Fire sparked across my knuckles, the heat intense and hungry, while the air around me thickened, swirling like a physical barrier. The fire on my knuckles didn't just burn; it breathed. It was "hungry," as if the dragon inside me had been starving for the chance to reduce my father’s "cl

BOOM. The ground shuddered as Tora dropped from the roof of the training hall, her boots slamming into the dirt hard enough to send a shockwave through the watching wolves. Sparks shimmered in the dust around her. The faint shimmer of twilight scales rippled over her skin before fading, as if even her human form couldn’t fully contain the dragon within. Her gaze swept the gathered wolves, golden eyes burning. “You want to disrespect the peace? The sacrifices?” Her voice carried the kind of raw, untamed fury that made even the bravest lower their ears.

His tone was teasing. I hissed. “I am not.” “Are you sure? Or are you just pissed off?” “Both.” I folded my arms. “Now, if you’re done being an ass, why are you really here?” His smirk faded slightly. “I can help you get your dragon powers working.” I blinked. “I’ve called my dragon’s name, but she won’t respond.” “That’s because you’re calling her without purpose.” Drake leaned in. “You need to meditate, concentrate on Vexi, and tell her why you need her power. It has to be for something real—not just greed or hunger for power.”

Lawrence mused as he studied Ashton. "Mr. Clarkson Senior, it feels like my body's on fire, and there's a bloodlust that I can't control!" Ashton clenched his fists, struggling to suppress the aggression and primal desire boiling within him. "The dragon's nature is inherently lustful and bloodthirsty. This is the backlash of your Drakeborne lineage awakening. Every time you increase your cultivation or lose control of your emotions, your lust and aggression will be magnified infinitely," Lawrence explained. "Is there any way for me to control it?"

My train of thoughts slow down enough for me to process that there's another entity inside her and what appeared to be an altogether too bright glow was actually coming her and another inside her, through the attacks I managed to peer deeper, deep enough to see the tiny fetus growing within her. It drove me positively mad, almost livid, I'd gone around hunting and killing dragonlord after the next, slaughtering them under thee wake of darkness and chaos and here it was an abomination, it shouldn't be allowed to exist, it couldn't be, I wouldn't let it.

Warmth from the fire helped to fill her with a sense of calm as she focused on the dancing flames. The bright orange glow danced like her heart, dancing to a tempo that neither of them knew. She set herself against a rock and pulled her knees to her chest. Being out in nature was helping to quell the raging storm of her emotions. The smell of the forest was a soothing balm, chasing the fire within away. Zarek just had to be the first man she had ever fallen for. A fucking dragon. The dragon. The King. The Dragon King. He had been there by her side for the past few weeks. He had been there, right there!

It was so much, she felt it oozing power to her bones. She understood. This chain technique belongs to that little maiden but this demonic flame belongs to Evandros...the one who started these forbidden demonic spells. She can't believe how powerful this flame was, she could feel her legs shaking but she didn't kneel. His hand still pressed to her mouth as she struggled like a dying fish. "Shhhh... it's time to pay now, soulmate." He said, his tone raspy, making her scalp tingle. She was a goner.