The Dragon's Mistress Novels & Stories

The young dragon princess decided to throw a little ball for her harem to spend the time. It was a game she used to enjoy when she was back at Dragons. She and her young maids dressed into different characters, and murmured sweet nothing to each other while dancing. Tonight, she picked out a long crimson dress that resembled the only female dragon King in Dragon history, the Fire Dragon. And she was sitting in her big luxurious armchair, watching, enjoying all those beautiful dances of her 12 gorgeous dragon maids. It was after 11 o’clock, when the thunder was blasting, the rain was crying and the wind was howling, the door of the mansion was pushed open.

Selly smiled. She didn't expect Veryl to show up. Not after he refused when she sent him a letter asking for his help. Now that he was here, there was no resurrection from the dragon's sacred fire. That was common knowledge in all of Agal. Aria, whom they later realised was the right hand woman, glanced back at Dominik. Her eyes lingered almost if she wanted to say something before she joined the Mistress as they tried to run for their life. Neither she nor her master had expected to see a dragon.

she murmured, agreeing to Dareon. Some of the Thregonad people were looking at them when they returned to the village with Shelyca only wearing the large vest of Dareon. Some men even smiled while some young women giggled. “Hmmm, our Dragon Master seemed to have found a beautiful mistress,” said one of the Thregonad ladies; her name is Duri. “She will remain as his mistress because I am going to be the wife of our Master Dragon.” That confident words came from Threma; the daughter of one of the strongest warriors of Thregonad Village.

"Mistress is expecting you. Follow me please." She was a little on the heavier side, but not unpleasing to look at, so I happily followed her to the rear of the house. Her bottom was streaked with red welts; seven or eight, she was moving too quickly to count. She opened a door to a large room with subdued lighting, with a number of cages, posts, and furniture I couldn't guess the purpose of. There were whips hanging on the walls, rods or canes neatly organized in little bins, shelves filled with dildos and vibrators of nearly every description. There was a male in a tiny cage on the floor, lapping up some food off a plate, a bowl of water beside it. There was a lovely, very naked young woma

The room was once silent again. All the people's attention is on the girl bowing down to them that asked for forgiveness. The most surprised out of them all are the two people who were always with Keila Kitamura. She is their boss and they are her willing human slaves. They admire her for her beauty and elegance and they tried their best to be on her good side and even doing bad things for her. They are the first to know her truth and they are willing to help her but she suddenly avoided them.

Her head snapped to the direction of the whirlpool where her master was lying still. The rainstorm hovering over them was like a drizzle compared to the torrential clash of two flames at the center of the crumbling arena grounds. With her back against the shaking pile of debris, Dagger tilted her head and cussed upon realizing that her master was the target of the demon prince who shifted into a full-blown red-scaled dragon!

answered Draco. I am Draco, son of Zergenth, Protector of The Sky, the last dragon prince on Magica. Sir Edmund Brighton's eyes widened at Draco's answer. His body trembled violently. "Who is she? Why can she use dragon magic?” asked Sir Edmund Brighton. Draco turned his head towards Astrid, and the woman shook her head. "I also do not know. This all happened suddenly,” Astrid replied, shrugging her shoulders. "She's my Amicus, Astrid Lewis," Draco replied, glowering at Sir Edmund Brighton.

I rolled my eyes at her and continued making our nest. “There is still a dragon!” She threw her hands next to her sides dramatically, her mouth wide open. Astonished that we dared to ignore her. “My mistress will be so happy, so very happy. So happy indeed.” She clasped her hands together in excitement. This one must have a screw loose. I immediately turned to my human form and grabbed her wings. Softly not to tear them but firmly so she could not get away. “What do you think you are doing?” she exclaimed.

That made Neo snort as he agreed with me. “That legend was started by my ancestors to keep the truth hidden. However, I would assume that Draxthi knows the truth if he’s holed up there. There are various types of dragons. The rarest and most powerful dragons are called Mystic Dragons. They were originally created by the union of a powerful elemental dragon and a powerful witch. The group of them, or thunder, was unique because the females of the lineage took after the witches while the males were dragons with access to magic. Mystics were highly sought after and hunted to near extinction. That area was where their sanctuary. It was hidden from outsiders. However, there was a traitor who desi

It can be used to destroy as its power is limitless. The last dragon was in love with a Lycan called Starci. My mother didn’t like her and sensed evil in her. So to save her friend, she told Vilkas that he was being deceived by her, but he didn’t listen. Vilkas left the kingdom after arguing with my mother and followed Starci blindly, believing that they were fated to each other. But they weren’t.