Taming The Dragon Within Novels & Stories

At the hollowed cheeks and the shadows under her eyes and the hand that trembled slightly even while gripping mine. “I’ll train,” he said. “With the druids. I’ll learn the precision. And I’ll do it in weeks, not months.” “Keanu, that’s not realistic. Iris said months—” “She said months for a normal dragon.” His amber eyes burned with something that had nothing to do with fire. “I’m not a normal dragon. I’m a golden dragon.” His voice dropped. “I’m your brother. And I will master whatever I need to master, in whatever time frame I need to master it, because you are not spending the rest of your life fighting a war inside your own body.”

It’s the circle I had created from my studies on my wall, the opening to the void I was never able to open large enough to enter. But I don’t need to open it large anymore. I don’t have a body. As soon as I realize this fully, it is easy to move through the tiny entrance, and in the space of a blink, I am surrounded by the endless, eternal darkness of the void. My father taught me that our ability to change shape comes from the bit of void stuff that I carry within me, that all dragons carry within them. My internal void is larger than most, because I am a universal dragon.

I feel this place's power in the air. After some time, my descent takes me into a cavern, where I again begin to smell sea air and hear the sounds of turbulent water crashing against rocks. In the middle of this room, I see a large shining flat pillar of black obsidian reflecting small glints of faint torch fire. As I move toward this black mirror, I notice bones amongst the rubble of the cave, and the energy I feel in the air intensifies. I stand facing the black mirror and begin focusing on the very features that make up my face, seeking to understand what is happening. Now I see past this mask and focus on that which drives me, and my deep desires. My form changes in the mirror. I begin t

“Just don’t trust the fairytale, ‘cause I ain’t no knight in shiny armor: I’m the fucking dragon.” Silvia smiled back at him from the bottom of her heart, dragging him on top of her as she rolled over. Jim’s body covered her, his tongue, his hands, his hips driving her crazy, the most mesmerizing and dangerous thing she’d ever come across. Yeah, he could never be the knight in shiny armor. Her personal savior could only be the dragon. Not a dragon. The dragon. The only one with a heart. The only one to save her life by exposing her to a whole different kind of danger. The one pushing her further, daring her to drop her ordinary persona and let her true self show. The one that unleashed the s

My dragon is a far stronger and more destructive being but a tiger and dragon can better co-exist with their human half and when Tanwen rages there’s nothing like it. My dragon can’t always be reasoned with, he can’t always be talked down. All the more reason there’s no chance in hell we could make it in the human world. He shouldn’t be tamed, he should be allowed to be what he is. But even here there are social and societal norms and boundaries that must be followed. “Vance…” I hear, as I cut my eyes at my mate. She’s pleading with him, already knowing as his name leaves her mouth it’s pointless. He can’t do anything to stop this. None of us can.

I better to find a place to sit. For Jake, this lady is totally different from the other ladies I met. She seem so aloof. Damn it. I should learn how to control myself... But who can control himself in front of that lady? She’s so damn hot and beautiful. I must have annoyed or offended her. I need to apologize to her.

Zephyr was taken aback as he noticed this strange energy. He quickly focused on the phenomenon. He instinctively let out a great howl- no, a roar, a draconic war which rang throughout the forest. “This… is it a scale?” Finally, Zephyr realized what he had been looking at, a dragon scale. The scale was barely visible, a projection of his energies, from which vibrated great draconic power. “Oh, this is great! My Might has finally started to take form! This is just the first of many!” Zephyr barely contained his excitement. For a brief moment, Zephyr felt as though he was unworthy of such an ancient and mighty power. Mastery over The Way of The Dragon allowed the user to transform themselves in

He wants everyone to remember that I could kill them all with a simple command from him. When he paces in front of me again, I see a glimpse of my image on his chest. Unlike the other fire dragon images where the dragon looks like they are ready to go to war for their rider, mine is tame. There is no fire. I’m not in flight. I’m merely standing on his chest, a shell of the dragon I used to be.

I swallowed back a colorful swear. She was in a fucking missionary position. Through the skin tights, I could make out the details of her sweet c**t. My jaws clenched so hard that they started to hurt. "You are doing this on purpose, aren't you?" I said and walked towards her like a predator. Her lips parted and the tongue peeked out before it swiped through the dry and chapped lips. She wants me as much as I do and this is what is driving me insane. "I am not. This is kama sutra-" She tried defending herself but I was far from that point and held her chin a little harshly, my fingers digging in her soft skin.

He scoffed and stood to his full height once more. “He isn't." I had no idea why I felt the need to say that. And even as the words left my mouth I could hear how hollow and uncertain they sounded. “He isn't? Oh please, you can't be that clueless. Or maybe you just don't want to admit it. Because you are too.” Ryan sneered and walked back to stand in front of me. Closer this time. “But I don't blame you for that." He squatted so we were at eye level. "Sometimes, trauma can make us bond with our enemies. And we need a little help to pull ourselves out of it.” His tone was gentle. Caring.