The Dragon's Mistress Novels & Stories

As in a dream inlife An's, those who defeat the dragon will find the next dragon crystal. In the darkness, light slowly penetrated the dark sky. From the bright light appeared the figure of a beautiful woman wearing white clothes along with a white dragon. The arrival of a beautiful woman with her dragon made everyone pay attention to her. From above the beautiful woman said, "I am the protector of the goddess of life. I come by order of the goddess of life. Prince Kim, the blue crystal dragon chose you. I congratulate you! " he said, who then gave the blue dragon crystal to Prince Kim. The beautiful girl clenched her fists and opened her hands again, then a blue dragon crystal appeared. The

This temptress looked a world apart from the short black-haired, chapped-lipped assassin who had seized his title of the best assassin. She looked far from the girl who had single-handedly made six Dragon Warriors sob like toddlers on their knees Moon knew how. And as if that was not an accomplishment enough she had proudly stolen enormous chests of the forbidden sacred Dragon Gold from them too. "Still tossing your stolen fancy daggers at people like frisbees?" His gaze challenged her, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Ask your King I never stopped." The mention of Vladimir made Igor's smile drop. He was having a hard time believing that the little thief he had been searching for for the past t

"No wonder many people in the slums still believe in dragons rather than the warmongering gods. Who could blame them?" "Shh," the old mistress put one finger on her lips. "Keep it to yourself lest disaster strikes you." "I understand mistress," Lili said, a frown lingered on her eyebrows. She held her chest and felt an odd feeling of anger rising from within. Clenching the crimson-hued dress she wore, Lili shut her eyes, reining her temper. But why am I even angry? She thought. It was a queer feeling. "Anyway, are you ready to meet the master?" The old mistress asked. "He might not be a good person, but he's still reasonable as compared to the other nobles."

She wanted to ask, yet could not by the moment as all that she could ever do is watch the entire bloody scene that was taking place in front of her. “A familiar, a father and a husband. Such tragedy.” With the lustful gaze, but is hungry to kill and see them die. The Mistress looks at the pathetic king she once serve, idolize, loved, and adore, but since the huntress who stole everything from her including him, and is now fighting her minions in front of her. She could not resist her urge and lustful desire to rip her into pieces, as she whispers and calls her by her once title. “The huntress.”

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.

II When the Dragon master soared up gently unto the sky with the Lycan Princess on his back still on her bridal gown, the people of Thregonad Village, followed them with their delightful gazes with hands clasped out of happiness except for Thelma who is frowning and feeling totally heartbroken. The Thregonad people rejoiced for finally, their Dragon Master has found a wife that will bring joy to his heart and shall help him rule the Thregonad Land. As the Dragon Master’s form disappeared into the eyes of the Thregonad people, Threma faced the brave Thregonad warrior, Glendo.

"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!