Taming The Dragon Within Novels & Stories

he said. “Shit,” I said. “I’ve never heard of someone’s dragon leaving,” Preston said. “Sometimes a dragon will leave if his personality is in conflict with his host,” Baz said in my head. “His dragon might be purer than him,” I said as an explanation. “Baz, can you make contact with his dragon in your realm? Maybe he’ll be more eager to share what he knows,” I said to him. “Let me think about it,” Baz said and curled up on his side.

“Your scent… your presence… they’re already engraved in my mind. No matter what you do, I’ll find you. I’ll bring you home, love.” Her heart raced, panicked and defiant. “I don’t want a cage. I only want freedom. Away from my family… and from you.” Her plea trembled, but he didn’t argue. He simply held her tighter. “Please… that’s the only way,” she whispered, desperation lacing every word. “I won’t allow it,” he said, his voice low and thunderous. He moved the blanket that covered them and stood, towering over her. “You need to meet the pack today.”

He was panting and seemed exhausted from almost having been burned alive. It took no genius to figure out Harper needed to shape-shift. The dragon was still in the sky, and she fell down on all fours. Fur replaced her skin, and when the dragon screeched, Harper whined at Saint. Her mate smiled at her despite his pain, and Harper bent down to allow him to climb up on her back. "My pride is ruined," Saint said when he sat on her back and gripped the hairs on her neck. "But it's also sweet that you're helping me instead of leaving me to die..."

There were trees that bordered the property all around us and kept the prying eyes of neighbouring land owners away from us. Every year my parents had to attend the Illinois Dragonkin Ball which consisted of seventeen year old teens eager to meet their bonded halves or to complete the ceremony in front of the Elders. According to my father Bazzoit had spoken to Typhon in the dragon realm and they had altered how the ceremonies worked.

he replied, clearing his throat and gazing at me. I leaned forward to press a soft kiss against his lips. "Tell me the difference between sex and mating. Your mom wouldn't answer me." "You asked my mother?" he replied incredulously. I waved my arm. "Still learning boundaries." He chuckled, turning onto his side. He ran a hand over my arm, sending tingles everywhere. "Mating is when I open up the pathway between us and you gain a fraction of my dragon spirit," Thane explained. "It will stay beneath your skin and emerge to protect you when you're in danger. Like a familiar. It will also protect our children."

My stomach clenched as I felt the urgent need to soothe this wolf's darker emotions. “The lineage of the balck dragon will be the first to feel the change, the young Prince the first of all to feel the Bond.” She then waved her hand over her head, the sky above her parting for a moment as a deep black mist spilled down from its opening. “His acceptance of this change will help everyone around him begin to feel such a change and grant them the chance to feel complete again.” The mist danced around The All Mother spinning around in between us for a moment before growing in size and settling to the right of us. “But this change can only come to fruition if you allow the Bond to seal, allow it s

The crash sent a shake through our setup, making me put all my attention into holding against the pure, body force of the foe. I tried again to use Alexa's power. Even with the strong being of Aliya, the dragon force, flowing through my center, I felt not whole. The dragon was strong, but odd, not known. I needed the rough, known wildness of my Wolf, the natural, battling anger that was part of my true self. I reached into the quiet empty space where Alexa had been caught, sending out an urgent, inner request, a fighter's call for her other part.

After a while she came back to her senses. That prick has just left, he didn’t say when he will be back. She hasn’t received anything to eat, but what was worse, he gave her nothing to drink. He was taming her, and at this rate he will be able to do whatever he wants to her and she will obey for a mere glass of water. For a moment she felt so happy only because she had received a blanket. Has her mind shrinked because of this fucking cold? She will not play by his rules, she will not be tamed. Not like that.

We walked through the hallways, followed with bellowing trumpet from our right side and left side that gives off a triumphant aura, as if welcoming heroes of the country that just won against the demon lord. This is bad, I just remembered my goal to live peacefully while stanning my ships. Being a named dragon, a dragon, and even an SS-rank adventurer ran over all the things that I marked as being ‘peaceful’. Even meeting Clairmont Rodrigar wasn’t actually categorized at ‘peaceful’. Just which part of my life is peaceful? Maybe before I met the duo and lived my life as a normal and depressed university student?

He smirks,looking proud of himself “Yeah. I told you I know my way around. We'll have to move after a month or two. And we need to train. You’re not good at combat,and you haven't connected to your dragon fully. We need to work on those.” “You’ll teach me?” “Yes.” He answers,folding his arms,still holding on to the blanket. “I get the combat,but what do you know about dragons?” He chuckles “ Nothing really. But I read some books and apparently,I'm your tamer. There should be some natural information in here.” He says,pointing at his head. I scowl “In as much as the dragon is me and I am the dragon, it has a mind of its own most of the time,and it loves burning shit. So if you don’t know what