Tuffle Dragon Ball Novels & Stories

Annabelle “These are all the documents?” I ask before grabbing the large envelope from the forger. I watch his beady eyes scan me as I open it and examine each one to make sure he isn’t trying to deceive me, but the crook is telling the truth. I sigh in relief. Everything I need to become the Dragon King’s surrogate is here: A new birth certificate, a fake lineage line, and a fake certificate of noble blood to boot- the most important one I need.

Alicia looked into his eyes and nodded, letting him know that she wanted that as well. Cory took a deep breath and told her they needed to go see the royal family. “Come with me, I will dry your clothes,” he told her. Cory transformed into his dragon and blew very gently so warm air came out without fire. It blew her hair and clothing dry within seconds. Alicia dressed, folded up Cory’s clothing and climbed up on the dragon’s back. They quickly soared back to the castle.

She was our gift. “I think I’m done for the day,” I said, looking over at Carter. The blonde dragon pulled his long wavy hair into a ponytail, lifting a thin eyebrow up at me. “You sure that’s a good idea. I heard your brother is in a mood after his last meeting.” “I hate how fast word travels through the thrall,” I said, walking over to my water bottle. Picking up the silver bottle, I unscrewed the cap, taking a drink of cool water.

Silent steps on the grass. "I am Átila. This is Kuzey. We are the Twin Dragons, ancient guardians of this land." Irmak couldn't look away. Between their legs, semi-erect penises swung heavily. Thick. Veins pulsing visibly under the thin skin. Broad, pink heads glistening slightly with moisture. She had never seen men so perfect. So rawly powerful. Their scent invaded the clearing. Burnt wood. Dark spices. Something animal. Wild. Masculine.

I thought I could wait out the trial period in peace, but Cassian's rut came early. Every month, high-tier dragons suffer a few days of agonizing torment. They absolutely need their mate's scent to soothe them, or they go feral. I stood in front of his tightly shut stone door and took a deep breath. It was my duty, a cold, contractual obligation. I pushed the door open. Cassian healed incredibly fast. His wounds from last night were mostly gone.

Bang! The makeshift abode shook. The two trembled, their faces ashen-white. A flying old wood fizzled through the wind, soon striking a pillar of their home. The wild wind dredging the unstable piece of wood from its spot, as if to punish the ones who spoke of the taboo - dragons.

It was blown three times, each time it echoed off of the cave walls all around us, causing lots of dust to fall from the ceiling and float around us. With some people coughing, everyone began to move off and head back. I stayed for a few more seconds, finally being able to see the full image. There were the dragon and its rider, but it wasn’t just that. There were two massive armies, one seemed to be following the dragon rider as a lot of them had some kind of dragon insignia on their shield. The others were different. They looked wrong, there not human!

I yelped and patted it out quickly and held him tightly, trying not to run off this time. "The best thing to do is to also make sure you're the dominate one." Sylar told me. "Don't run off when he's mad at you and make sure to let him know you're upset at him." He pulled out a jar of a herb then. "This stuff is from the dragon realm. It's been hand picked by wizards and traded to our family. Mother dragons feed it to their young so that way the whole nest doesn't burn up when the hatchlings are playing and get mad at each other. We call this stuff D-T. It stands for Dragon Tamer. Bland isn't it?" He chuckled. "Heat this up on the stove with the milk, stir it well okay? Don't let it all colli

Here I'm being saved, yet again, by a Drakon. The giant dragon lands near the Palace's front gates with a heavy thump. Seconds later, a lavender and blue-toned Phoenix also lands nearby. Lowering itself, the dragon opens its left wing, creating a ramp for me to dismount. I slide down, stumbling as my feet hit the puffy snow. My legs shake uncontrollably, my mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water trying to consume as much Oxygen as possible while riding the adrenaline rush as I observe the intimidating being before me. Its Godzilla-like body shape reminds me of Bahamut from the Final Fantasy franchise, gargoyle wings twice its corporal size, glowing blue spine spikes from head to tai

The Monster and the Flower. After he nodded, I began delivering the story, "Arden, the name of the snake dragon who is our novel's male lead. He is the most powerful dragon on Mount Tateyama, one of Japan's holiest mountains. Arden has the ability to shapeshift into a human form in order to deceive other civilizations and conquer it. After conquering those nations, he will turn the population into slaves and murder all who oppose him.