The Rage Of Dragons Novels & Stories

Mirk. He didn't understand anything the newcomer said. He just kept walking back and forth.Nothing could match his fear and anger. Unable to bear it, he punched the wall. "This is my damn fault! Damn it! Damn it!” It's bleeding but he hasn't stopped yet. He only stopped because of Mauve and Mirk and grabbed both of his shoulders. He still struggled. "Fuck! Let's go! I'll fucking kill them. I will kill whoever did this.” He said that over and over as if he was losing control.

Enraged, Y stood up, took out his napkin, cleaned his shoe, and roared, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" A group of terrified armed werewolves came to view and one of them explained in a quivering tone, "Sire we are under attack! A dragon emerged out of nowhere and-" Y thundered, "A DRAGON? We have prepared for a dragon attack! What the fuck is it about the stupid sirens? I was about to enjoy My DESSERT!" Another poor werewolf spoke, "Alpha King, He is accompanied by a-" He was interrupted by the furious Y, "BY A WHAT?"

A moment after and Raeherys turned his head to gaze worriedly at the islands in his view, spread out amidst the crystal ocean blue. The comet, he thought—was approaching day after day to bring destruction upon their realm … the Draconian Realm. All those tropical green forests where they harvest their food, those young dragons flying and playing around the isles, those of his brethren who survived the Red Century War, and most importantly, those dragon eggs, thousands of them, waiting to hatch in the volcano of Aggronar—everything, every dragon in his realm would fall if they would not act now.

I released a ragged breath, a tear escaping my left eye. "I. Said. Beg for it witch." His eyes reflected a dark shade of red, sending heat signals all over my body. I felt like a werewolf and he was my mate. He is the hunter and I'm the pray. But in the case he is a dragon and I am a witch... what an unlikely alliance we have. He rubbed my clitoris vigorously, his finger moving so fast... from tiny clitoris to the opening of my cunt, causing a higher frequency of lust and pleasure to arise in my body.

The way her body molded to his, the way she pressed herself against him, it was too much. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a thunderous reminder of my rage. The need to kill, to destroy, surged through me like a tidal wave, but I fought it back. I couldn’t kill him, not yet. Not with her in the room, not with her watching. But the urge was there, simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to break free at any moment.

says Celea being confused by her sudden reaction * ROAR* Celea looked up to the growling sound. It was the dragons, it was her dragons, Draco, Azar, Kai and Dereus. They were all the head of their teams staying at the front and were flying from four different positions while breathing out fire burning everything under them. Underneath were the Lycans in their lycans form attacking the enemy the 3 Artemis brothers had the biggest form it was quite impressive how much bigger they were from the rest their black fur and red blood eyes helped them stand out even more. The witches were attacking from the side so as to not get burned from the dragons above or get attacked by the lycans in this chao

His voice boomed like the thunder she brought. “This is not the end!” He roared even as the last of the dragons fell into the sea. “I am the son of the god of all dragons, the Lord of the North. I rule the dark, and your light is nothing but a dying flame against my power.” Katalea heard the words and shivered, cold seeping into her bones. “I will slit your throat Katalea, and eradicate your kind off the face of the earth.” He hurled the lightning back towards Grandfather. Katalea screamed out, the sound smothered by the storm. She pushed a wall of wind against it and the clash had even the rocks trembling.

Imagining he would move forward and pull me between his teeth. Devour me as all the rumors had claimed. Dragons were maneaters. Twisted and crude depictions of deities. Appointed by the devil. But I thought it was all hyperbole. I never thought for a moment the Drogos family could shift into dragons. I thought it was a metaphor for the horror they could inflict. The Drogos family were like dragons. Not that they were dragons. I don't think I could ever look at Thane the same again. He was a monster. A creature of the deep. And everyone knew.

he rested breathing heavily. Rage watched us mate several times, each time Niklaus knotted with me, my screams of pleasure echoing through the air - a high-pitched screech followed by a deep, low rumble. Rage's own needs mounted as he stood guard. As we reached the peak of our passion, Niklaus's fierce roar echoed through the island. Though the sound of Rage's dragon grew fainter, I knew he remained ever vigilant, watching over us.

As he moves, I see his shape morph and he shifts into a blue dragon only a few inches smaller than Lilliana’s black and green form, his blue scales matching the shade of his eyes. I stand there amazed at what I am seeing, I never even considered that Drake was a dragon too, and now I see it with my own eyes I can understand why they are a better match than she and I would ever have been. “By the Gods!” The people around me exclaim as Drake unleashes his rage against my brothers’ men for harming his wife and I see the men panic and try to escape, but it’s too late for them.