Tuffle Dragon Ball Novels & Stories

He smirks,looking proud of himself “Yeah. I told you I know my way around. We'll have to move after a month or two. And we need to train. You’re not good at combat,and you haven't connected to your dragon fully. We need to work on those.” “You’ll teach me?” “Yes.” He answers,folding his arms,still holding on to the blanket. “I get the combat,but what do you know about dragons?” He chuckles “ Nothing really. But I read some books and apparently,I'm your tamer. There should be some natural information in here.” He says,pointing at his head. I scowl “In as much as the dragon is me and I am the dragon, it has a mind of its own most of the time,and it loves burning shit. So if you don’t know what

So, among the other clans, the turtle clan had obtained more information than the clans out there about the new dragon emperor. "If that's what the grand elder wants, let's go meet him. Three days, right? I want to see how our new emperor brings light as our ancient ancestors said!" said the leader of the turtle clan with a fairly enthusiastic heart. The turtle clan had always been neutral and did not interfere with the affairs of the other two clans. They did not even intend to get involved with the two clans when they were planning to fight against the dragon clan. It wasn't that they didn't have such intentions, but they were still aware of their shortcomings. In the past, the turtle clan

There was nothing separating us from our dragon mates and I knew that they would be able to listen to anything we said. Tara went over to the shelves, grabbing a remote control and turning on the television. I moved closer to the bed, looking at the headboard. It was a dark iron bed frame. The heavy bars made curving designs and on several of them I could see the indents of where chains had dug into the metal. Scaring the bars that were half hidden by a few fluffy pillows. Maybe Tara hadn’t been joking about being tied up for two days? She probably hadn’t if Frankie was like Spencer. I was beginning to see a pattern between the two men and I couldn’t help but wonder if that was because they

“Engage and isolate.” My dragon dives. The wind howls past my ears as the battlefield rushes upward to meet us. I choose the first hostile dragon I see—dark scaled, larger than most, circling toward Aurelion’s position. The fool never even notices me. I slam into him from above. The impact rattles my teeth. My claws tear across his wing joint before he can react, and the dragon screams as the membrane splits beneath my strike. He drops out of the sky in a spiral. I do not bother watching him fall.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

It then stands up and shouts, "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" It roars to summon a lot of great thunder to strike Alfi. It stroke Alfi, but it’s just one of his clones. Alfi then appears before it. It then sweeps its tails to sweep him. It’s another clone. Alfi uses this chance to jump in front of the heads. The dragon opens up both of its mouths to emit thunder balls. It collects a great amount of heavy thunder energy in its mouths. When it emits both of the thunder balls, those balls are merging into one fatal thunder ball. It strikes Alfi that Alfi crashing the ground and left unconscious there.

He went down to his knees and he kept screaming as I looked at him. “Don’t,” a voice hissed at me as I took a step forward. Chase stopped screaming and took a few deep breaths and then he stood up and I saw the dragon tattoo covering his back. It was a shade lighter than Lucas’s dragon and I felt immensely proud of him.

I said as my eyes changed colour and I could feel Abeloth taking control of Link’s dragon. We stood in the cave and Link took a step backwards as Typhon emerged from the shadows. This time Abeloth didn’t separate from me and I bowed my head in respect to the old dragon. He made a soft rumbling noise and I saw Link bowing his head as well. “Yes Sire, it will be done,” Typhon said. “Thank you Typhon,” I said and pulled the knife from the holster in my boot. I took Link’s hand and cut his palm open, repeating the process with my own hand. I pressed our hands together and Link tried to pull his hand away.

Little Tulip let out a determined war cry, and her lightning dragon Twinkle did the same. They both released a burst of power that caught everyone's attention, Tulips little body gained a white aura as she pushed herself to the absolute limit. The spear inside the dragon's body melted in seconds, the moment it did, the massive dragon shrunk to a few inches tall. Tulip then lost consciousness, falling into her sister's arms, "you did well, baby sister. Let your big sister take it from here."