Vampiric Dragon Novels & Stories

, they say together. I look at them in confusion. And then suddenly there’s a text floating; it reads: To the future vampdragon and werewolf's mate; we hope you will have better luck than we did. There is so much we need to tell you, but let's start from the beginning- My name is Martin and I'm a vampdragon while my dragon's name is Dikais and my vampire name is Zaff. My mate's name is Agatha, and she's a werewolf. Her werewolf name is Alina; throughout the years vampdragons and werewolves could never be together, but I wanted that to change. So I set out to look for my mate. Agatha wasn’t my first mate; in reality, it was a woman who goes by Valeena, who was a witch. But she falls in love w

It had happened before, dhampirs mostly didn't need anchors but the modern world had made it seem so with the change. With dhampirs at a certain age, the vampire dna that had been reticent suddenly became dominant and began fighting the body. That's when the dhampir decides to take an anchor to go through with it or fight the pain and see which side won out. As in Dalia's case. I watched her. The fiery kitty, so still and stable in her sleep.

Kaelin slammed his foot against the bookshelf as hard as he could, gaining everyone’s attention as we all turned to look at him, steam coming from his nose in waves, proof that this dragon king was about to lose control, I took a step back out of instinct when he looked at me, ready to defended myself should it come to that, only he turned on his fellow dragons, his skin beginning to glow. “How can you all talk to her like that?” He shouts, his voice echoing with a fierce growl, before he turns back to look at me. “You are our mate, we sensed it the moment your car hit ours, if you are what you say then you wouldn’t know this, pheonix’s cannot tell their mate by smell alone like other shifte

Lydia and Aurora packed food items and valuables then they all went deeper into the caves, into the earth. "They'll never find us here," Lydia reassured, replacing the huge rock that covered the opening. "Are there more blood suckers?" Sebastian asked, taking Aurora's hand and walking along. "Vampires. Yes, there are, a whole lot. The ones you see attack the villages are the rogue ones who have lost their humanity but there are still the good ones, quite s good number of them." "Take us to them," Aurora demanded. Lydia smiled, "that is exactly where we are headed."

Tantario was most likely busy searching for his beloved Aira, so he also did not pose a threat. Vragenn grinned smugly as he ripped open the throat of yet another innocent person. The unfortunate ones, enslaved by the will of the vampire king, could only await their unenviable fate in horror. The Lord’s hands were up to the elbows in blood, and the entire perimeter of the floor of the room was covered with scarlet liquid.

So they devised a technique of attacking the Dragons in secret, since the Dragons were too powerful they began to take them out one after the other. Dragons were said to be mysterious creatures. They lived in mountains and barely interacted with others, they didn't live in groups like the Wolves did and only took in mates once in a lifetime. A Dragon couple would only be capable enough to have two children or maybe even one in their entire lifetime, so their population wasn't much. But they could transform into fire-breathing Dragons After all and so everyone else was afraid of them. When the Dragons came to learn of the Dark Wolves' attacks, they were enraged and declared war against them.

I knew there were female Dragons, but this was the first time I had seen one. Even the memories I did recall, I couldn’t remember ever meeting a female Dragon. Watching her closely, I felt a tinge of jealousy when she touched Cyran’s left bicep, placing her hand over the mark. A moment later she closed her eyes and began chanting something that I couldn’t understand.

I let Echo push forward and my eyes flashed yellow. His eyes flashed yellow in return and he bowed his head slightly. “You’ll want the special treatment.” Because of our healing we needed to use special ink for the tattoos to remain on our skin. For dragonkin they mixed Dragon’s Lily with the ink so the healing doesn’t kick in and for vampires they mixed Angel’s Trumpet. “He’s a vampire, do you have special ink for him?” The old man sized Milo up and then looked back at me. “Vampires and Dragonkin don’t usually mingle, but yes I have some in stock.”

Dragon sat with Jenny and her triplets around a small fire, its flames dancing gently and casting shifting shadows across their faces. Jerry sat beside Jackson, with Jakiri next to them. Towering over them, Dragon, with his fiery red eyes and commanding presence, exuded an aura that kept everyone on edge. Finally, there was Jenny. Jerry looked up at Dragon with a curious smile and asked, “You’ve told us a lot about werewolf customs, but there’s one question that has always fascinated me. What’s the story of the mate? And how does a werewolf find their destined partner?”

I noticed my Lycan wasn’t resisting, maybe it had to do with the fact that he was a Lycan. “I’d choose to believe that, but I can’t,” King Draco said. “How so?” I let out clearing my voice this time correcting, “Why don’t you believe me, my King?” “Because clearly you do not know what I am,” he suddenly let out. I furrowed my brows once more as his demeanor suddenly changed. “Are you something I should be wary of?” “I’m a vampire,” he said. “But that’s not all, I’m a hybrid mix with a warlock’s blood. As a witcher, I hunt monsters and can tell when a supernatural is lying,” King Draco revealed, staring at me in amusement.