The Heart Of A Dragon Novels & Stories

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”

It curled the long black weight of its body in a loose ring around me — not touching, but close enough that I could feel the heat of its scales — and laid its head down across the entrance. I was not getting out. Mother had told me stories about this when I was small — dragons hoarding princesses the way magpies hoarded buttons, keeping them on piles of gold until only their bones remained. I had been five. I remembered thinking the moral was about greed. Now I wondered if it was about escape. I drew my knees up against my chest. My back hurt. My knee hurt where the bandage had soaked through. I waited for the dragon to do something. It only watched me from the cave mouth, its yellow eye hal

She gasped and bolted upright, lungs seizing with the weight of it. Her muscles screamed, her heart stuttered—and then she saw it. Not a man. A dragon. Night-black and monstrous, hunched within the stone-laid chamber as if the mountain itself had given birth to him. His wings were folded tightly, cramped and curved along the edges of the ceiling, but even curled in on himself he dominated the space. His scales caught the light from the flickering torches and shimmered red and gold, like magma cooled beneath obsidian. His horns arched back like twin blades, cruel and ceremonial.

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

He was not sure what she was, but he knew she possessed healing powers, and that should convince the dragon kingdom to accept her as his mate, their princess. Just then, Alicia heard someone yell, “I knew it! I knew you had a secret out here, so I followed you. This is your day to die, dragon!” Antione Richmond yelled raising his bow. “Dragon! Fly! Get out of here, save yourself!” Alicia cried. She ran over and stood in front of the dragon, begging Antione not to fire. Corithias shot flames at Antione, making a wall of flames to block his path.

It was layered and luxurious. He put the box down gently. "This is the wedding gown of the Black Dragon Queen. The decorative scales are the most solid of my scales." I turned to look and met his clear, amber eyes. He had sharp features and warm air about him. He was nothing like the malicious Black Dragon everyone talked about. "It's the first time a Black Dragon is in a marriage alliance with the Human Clan. We are preparing this wedding with the highest honors. Let me know if you need anything else."

“Oh, my god…” The Dragon picks his pace pulling the chains that's got my nipples trapped. “Keep those eyes on me and whatever you do don't make a sound,” How can I possibly not make a sound when he's teasing my clit and finger-fucking me right now? As damn good as I'm feeling I bite back my moans and focus my gaze on his blue eyes that are still icy with anger. “If you hate Virgins so much then why are you still doing this to me?” My voice was normal until the end when I half moaned out the rest of my sentence and the dragon didn't look pleased that I even spoke at all.

If only he could make her forget the hurt she felt at the idea of ever sharing him. “A dragon’s mate is a rarity, bordering on myth,” Rhyzar explained, his eyes dark with barely contained hunger as his hands worked methodically. She couldn’t ignore the visible strain in his pants, his arousal a constant reminder of how close they were to the edge. “The dragon recognized her despair and saw her as part of his soul. Though they could never be intimate in the way you’re imagining,” he added with a knowing smirk that made her cheeks flush.

he decided, “and then I’ll cast a portal to the next location.” “Where are we going?” “What do you know about dragons?” he asked me. “That they like to eat virgins,” I replied. “Eating a virgin is the last thing a dragon will do,” he snorted. “Dragons are notoriously... ah,” he paused delicately and then chuckled. “Lascivious.” “Lascivious,” I repeated. “How is that...?” “Dragons are dual natured. They can take on man-form.” “Oh,” I blinked, and then blushed. “My goodness.”

I shake my head, “No, you’re lying. The moment you get the chance you will betray me again! All you care about is your pack!” “What pack, Tru? Everything is in flames. We got some in shelters, but the pack is almost diminished. Step away from the ledge and let’s go home.” Bryan extends his hand. As I contemplate my next move, large talons grab me. The beast flies into the air before I can even think. Looking up at the beast, I find it is a red dragon. There is stillness inside of me as I look at him. I’m finally at peace.