Taming The Dragon Within Novels & Stories

Only then can you access the true potential of our bloodline. Teresa, hesitant but curious, attempted to grasp the concept. "So, you want me to become some sort of emotional conduit?" Drako nodded. "Exactly. The supernatural world responds to the energy you emit. If you can master these emotions, you'll become a formidable force." As the night wore on, Drako guided Teresa through various exercises, pushing her limits and testing the boundaries of her newfound abilities. Teresa, caught between her disdain for her father's methods and the undeniable allure of the power he promised, struggled to find her balance.

"I'm not asking you to shake hands with spirits, but I think getting more of a grip of as much as you possibly can before shit hits the fan will be in everyone's best interest." I eyed him and nodded. "Alright... but if Blue gets mad, I'm blaming you. I'm still just a kid." He grinned. "If I'm right, you'll be too healed for her to fuss. Eyes closed and dig deep." I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths as I delved deeper into myself. The image of a dragon began to take shape in my mind. Its scales shimmered with iridescent hues, like water. Like a Leviathan. I felt it swimming, twirling and sprouting wings, melding with other parts of my bloodline or separating them.

Aidan growled, his poisonous claws elongating. "You will be surprised to know how efficient I am at doing my homework. The Dragons are indeed desperate. Someone from your kin had practiced the Forbidden Art of 'τρώει ψυχή' (Soul Eating). You know the Souls residing in the abandoned mountains of Dragon Realm will be hungry for more. They will come for the weak ones first. If I put it more simply they will come for your nephews first. Especially the one with the scar you have bought with you, I heard he is having a hard time dealing with his Dragon." Amell's honeyed orbs flickered at the boy standing at a distance behind Aidan Draco, the boy who was even younger than Esmeray. "You need Esmeray

I was able to ignore him after a little while and learn something about this place. Apparently, we all have inner dragons, it’s not a second consciousness but another side of us that exists even in our human forms. The side that feels the instincts and desires of a dragon. I thought about the instincts and desires the professor listed and realized I felt my inner dragons a lot. I felt her every time I road on someone’s back. I had instincts to jump off and fly myself because that’s that my inner dragon wanted. Our heighten senses in our human forms also comes from our inner dragon. I could never have learned things like this in the human realm. He didn’t say too much more about it since it s

The roar that left my lips was filled with my rage, with my power. The END but the story continues in book two Her Trapped Dragon

He kissed me again. I almost whimpered, but his lips silenced me, "I'll love you." He groaned again, seating his knot, his lips never leaving until we unraveled and came together from the slow but perfect pace he set of deep, meaningful thrusts. I fell asleep in his arms. Dragons are beings of hatred. But, they could also be beings of power. Giving into the rage of a Dragon would twist the person, forcing a change in their being. They would never Shift back, forced into a half-formed Dragon.

Killian I glared at her, a wave of deep-seated hatred radiating from my heart for the enemy’s daughter. But it was nothing compared to the intense desire that spiraled from my core. The contrasting emotions confused me, while my body reacted to the nearness. With our bodies fused, all logic fled my brain, and I continued to stare at her. Her mesmerizing green eyes had me under her spell. My co*k swelled against her soft curves, as we stayed locked up in that position for minutes, staring at one another.

His arms crossed tight, his expression unreadable, though the tension in his voice betrayed something simmering beneath. Damien exhaled, rolling his shoulders back. A faint glow of fire licked across his skin before his body surged, bones cracking, muscles reshaping. In a blinding shimmer of heat and flame, his human form gave way to scales of obsidian and crimson. His wings unfurled with a thunderclap, shaking the ground. The dragon loomed before them, magnificent and terrifying. The ground trembled beneath his claws. His voice, layered with magic, rumbled from his throat: Climb on.

The prospect of becoming rude was like stepping into uncharted waters, brimming with trepidation. Yet, Lisa was acutely aware that her previous displays of vulnerability and submission had only served to undermine her credibility in the eyes of her foes. To earn their respect and protect herself, she had to shed the image of weakness and project an assertive and commanding presence. That moment in Alex's room with Savanna had been a symbolic turning point — a demonstration that she was capable of veering from the path of docility.

As time went by they became bit steady and stronger since the punching bag started moving a little by little. For some reasons rather than my room or garden or anywhere else this place brought me strange kind of peacefulness that I could not describe. This place helps me unfold all of my emotions and take me out of confusion. Just like right now. The matter with company, Damien’s strange behavior and Victor’s last words. Everything is tangled in my head that I don’t know where to start from. And I don’t know who to trust. I screamed on top of my lungs as I threw one last punch at the punching bag at full swing which was more powerful than before which made it to swing higher than before.