Taming The Dragon Within Novels & Stories

Drake eyed her as if trying to see the truth written on her forward, then an idea struck him and he subtly smiled. Dragons had special abilities attached to their scaly fire breathing form and his was quite unique. It was called truth farming. It allowed one to detect the presence of lies or bad intentions from a person's words. Except one was from the dragon clan, they wouldn't notice it if it was used on them.

He buries himself deep and within a very short time we explode. Our elicit routine varies little. Tahr leads me out on the perch and we shift. Sex in dragon form is a craving I won't deny myself. It's different and somehow more fulfilling. It always leaves me exhausted and afterward I'm able to sleep without haunting, lonely dreams of my dragon. Tahr flies by my side afterward and watches with forlorn eyes as I enter my room. And my heart breaks again. ***

His breathing became more rhythmic, aligning with the cadence of the temple's energy. "Now, focus your attention on your inner self," Lucian gently instructed. "Imagine a flame burning within your chest, its warmth and intensity growing with each breath. Let this flame be your connection to the dragon within." Mason felt a flicker of heat deep within him, radiating from his core. It pulsed in synchrony with his heartbeat, a testament to the power stirring within his being. "Tap into that flame," Lucian's voice held unwavering faith. "Visualize it expanding, spreading its warmth and light to every corner of your being."

The soldiers that had massacred the demons and devils survived through all the ordeal. Humans, elves, vampires, and dragon tamers. Dragon tamers were the unusual little groupie that was single-handedly picked by Shadow and was created a few weeks ago. They were the strong warriors that wield the power of the dragon and certainly weren’t ordinary lads. “Listen up.” All eyes collectively fixated on him. “Let’s make a very small fire, a little starting ember. Even if the fire is as small as a grain of salt, it would soon swallow a huge mountain.” Dionysus paused and glanced at them, carefully.

I crouched lower, steadying myself, letting everything else fall away—the chaos in the pack house, the ticking clock, the weight of what would happen if I failed. All of it. Gone. What remained was the device. And my hands. --- I closed my eyes briefly and reached inward—not to the wolf, not to instinct, but deeper. To the part of me we didn’t use. The part we were taught to bury. Dragon. Not the fire that burns cities. Not the destruction people imagine. But the heat. Controlled. Precise. Alive. I felt it rise slowly, threading through my veins, coiling into my core. My body temperature began to climb—not enough to show, not enough to draw attention, but enough that I could feel it in my fi

Its pulse throbbed under my fingers, wild and untamed. The dragon screamed, wings beating with violent force. I clung tighter, spreading my own wings, letting silver light pulse outward, blinding and pure. The energy wrapped around the heart like a vise, isolating it from the dragon’s defenses. Every ounce of my strength, every breath, every heartbeat of the pup inside me guided me forward.

The heat there was intense, a steady, thrumming drumbeat. "I am the last Dragon," she whispered fiercely. "Do you know what my blood wants to do every time an Imperial soldier looks at me? It wants to turn them to ash. It wants to melt this entire continent into glass to avenge my mother. But I hold the leash." She leaned in, her forehead resting against his. "You have a leash too, Tristan. But right now, you’re so terrified of the dog, you’re letting it drag you. Tomorrow, we stop running from it. Tomorrow, we train."

Poof! Twisted horns and a heart-tipped tail popped out at the same time. I wasn't hungry; I was craving. Arnold's mouth twitched like he was smiling, or maybe sneering. "So you're also… Guess I don't have to hold back anymore!" He took off the ring on his ring finger, and dark, glossy scales flickered into view. My voice was already shaking. "Wait, why are you grabbing my tail like that?" He didn't answer. He only pressed the tip of my tail against his collarbone.

She turns her face towards me but seems to hesitate and instead just looks away haughtily. I am surprised she did not openly disrespect me before my men. I run my hand along her lush thigh, enjoying the feel of her skin beneath my fingertips. The destiny of a Dragon and the one they bind to them is for life. You can only ever take one blood-bound mate in your lifetime. Only one. I am a dragon and although we can live for thousands of years, you only have one chance. I do not know why I did it, but when destiny kept making our paths cross, I took it as a sign from the gods. If they exist.

I discarded all my weapons in a pile and pulled the vest off. Guns and knives didn’t help you against a dragon, their scales were too strong but a dragon claw could penetrate the scales and I moved quietly along the length of the wall. His scent got stronger and I stepped out into the dim light, exposing myself. Echo felt disconnected from me and for this training exercise it was an excellent idea not to be able to separate and have your dragon fight for you. I would have done the exact same thing if I had been part of this operation. “Stop hiding dragon, let’s end this.” My voice echoed around the room and I heard the dragon’s low chuckle.