Taming The Dragon Within Novels & Stories

said king Damien , looking at him with an annoyed expression . " Serves you right !..........Whatever ! Let bygones be bygones now that we are family . " said king Damien . The nearly thousand-years conflict between werewolves and dragons was solved by a simple human girl who was nothing more than a misteated princess . Would anyone ever believe this ?! Propably not because no one thought that the only way to dissolve these grudges was to loosen the knot in their hearts . Sometimes , power is nothing compared to emotions , especially to two leaders of two different worlds .

Drake asked. Nyra wanted to say 'no', but her mind immediately went towards the night, two months ago. The burning red tattoo standing as proof of what happened. 'You will become a dragon's mate if you get intimate with them. The dragon who becomes your mate can only get intimate with you. As long as you are alive, no matter how much he tried, he cannot get those kinds of feelings for anyone else. With the way you explained it to me, That dragon last night must be under the influence of a drug. When he realise what happened, he will come and kill you. That's the only way to get another mate of his liking. Last night must be a mistake. He wouldn't want you alive, reminding him about that mist

she pouted and tilted her head. “It’s probably not me as I don’t have such powers, I’m just an Imugi as you said that day, it’s the truth. The one you are talking about is the powers only a pure dragon who possesses the orb of yeouiju means a dragon pearl, possess such power. The snakes that have lived a thousand-year have a chance of becoming a dragon. Those large snakes are called Imugi. And that Imugi, I’m not a dragon.” He smiled bitterly as if he was trying to hide something behind his smile.

“How did you-” Quest started to say only to be caught off by his thoughts. I smiled slightly to myself as I watched the confusion play out in his mind, it wasn’t often I allowed someone to hear my inner voice as revealing my true voice would allow others to manipulate and corrupt the very thing that I am. I ran my fingers along Quest’s naked chest and trailed the trickles of sweat along the creases within his muscles, the broad skin vibrated brilliantly as his impeccable presence consumed me. I wanted to reveal my true heritage to those who I grew close to, to not fear death nor ridicule as I allowed the darkest secrets that filled my mind to engulf me as I awoke those to the truth that surr

“Well, back then, the lord himself was feeling troubled by his inner demons. As a result, he searched high and low for a way to better control his temperament. After all, he was fully aware that until he could easily and skillfully manage the blessings of the dragon, he wasn’t going to be able to truly achieve the status of a legend.

You will travel back to my palace naked with my seed running down your legs. Tegan could see he was aroused by the idea of dominating her so easily, she knew he would enjoy humiliating her in front of his men. With a low growl, she leapt forward. Twisting her body to avoid his fangs, she raked a deep gouge along his flank, drawing bright red blood that splashed onto her snow white fur. In an instant, StarWolf was beside her, snarling and snapping, using his teeth and claws to gouge deep wounds into the dragon. They worked as a team, one of them drawing Dante’s fire and the other racing in underneath him to bite and claw. It wasn’t long before he was bleeding profusely from many deep wounds;

Beautiful and terrifying. "See? Balance. I'm not fighting my nature. I'm embracing it." "Easy for you to say. You've had decades of practice." "I had three weeks before I needed to use it in battle. Three weeks, Jamie. You have more time than I did." Meredith shifts back. "Try again. But this time, don't pull back when you feel the power surge. Ride it." Jamie closes her eyes. Reaches for her dragon. The power comes like a wave. Her instinct is to pull back, to shut it down. Instead, she breathes into it.

“You have to control it, don’t let it consume you!” He glanced at her, a feral smile on his lips, amber eyes glowing like molten gold. “I don’t want control right now,” he growled, claws scraping the scorched earth. “I want to burn through them, and I want you.” Before she could protest, the dragon within him surged forward. Flames erupted from his body like molten waves, roaring across the battlefield, incinerating enemy ranks. Soldiers fell to their knees, shields raised against the heat, and even the monstrous beasts recoiled, the dragon’s raw power unrelenting.

His, not mine. When a dragon is claimed, we give ourselves completely to our mate. It’s why the claiming process is so much more than a simple bite during sex. In order for a dragon to give themselves to someone, the person has to fight for it, they have to earn the right to be a dragon’s rider. The hope is that if someone works that hard to claim their dragon, they will respect the bond that forges between them. It’s not always the case. Some people just want the power that a dragon gives them. But when the bond if forged with love and respect, the dragon and their rider become a nearly indestructible force of nature.

MW. He didn't speak. He simply raised the silver dagger, pointing the sharp tip directly at my chest, his gray eyes burning with a dark, possessive fury that mirrored the exact look my tutor had given me just hours before. 'This is where you belong,' my inner Alpha growled, even as my body shook with terror. 'Not to the Crown, not to your tutor. To your Omega. Claim him now.'