Violet Dragon Romane & Geschichten

He also told me that his dragon was a gold color and was probably one of the biggest dragons and oldest dragons on earth. As my dad finished telling me about his lineage, my mother Violet started her story. She told me she was 538 years old and is a witch/wolf hybrid. She told me that her mother was a witch and father was a wolf and that they met at a shopping center in California and fell in love. Even though they weren't mates they decided to mark and become mates and she was the result.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

Her life could be in danger for all we know. "It works from the first pill. It also usually works out of your system between two weeks and a month. It all depends on how strong your dragon is. If you haven't changed yet it can take a month. It is also untraceable in your blood after it has worked out. Neuropizole was invented by the same witch that made wolfsbane. It was made to keep our species in check. What it does is suppress your animal side. It was mostly used by humans. We are still not sure what is in it. All I know is that if you use it for more than twenty-five years your animal will not come back, ever." Daniel takes out a pill bottle from the bag. " I brought you some." I take th

Aria looks untamed. Obsidian hair. Violet eyes. That silver streak near the front catching sunlight like moonlight woven into darkness. And the magic around her? Completely unstable. It coils around her body like it doesn’t know whether it wants to protect her or destroy everything around her. She’s a live wire, waiting to burst. I’m fascinated instantly.

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

I yell, watching as the harpoon turns toward Ylys. Bynjym screams angrily and a bronze dragon, Vyctyr, who is closest to the turret where the harpoon is located, flies down, snatching the soldier manning the harpoon into his mouth and swallowing him whole. I know from experience that the dragon will vomit up the steal of the soldier’s uniform later.

Chapter 61 The new dragon blocked the corridor his mixed crimson and obsidian scales gleaming with an unnatural sheen that made my stomach twist. He was taller than both Draven and Vaelor with sharp ridges along his shoulders and eyes that glowed a deep violet. His gaze raked over my exposed body taking in my heavy leaking breasts my soft round belly and the way my thick thighs pressed together in fear and exhaustion. I pulled the torn robe tighter around my curves but it did little to hide the milk still dripping down my skin or the plump curves that had drawn so much dangerous attention.

Those eyes burned like an unquenchable flame, testing her patience and scrutinizing her every move. Dragon sat beside his wife, Olivia, who exuded confidence and satisfaction as she spoke to him in a calm tone. His sleek black hair and sharp gaze made him resemble a meticulously crafted statue. Yet, what truly set Dragon apart was the commanding aura that surrounded him—a power that demanded either respect or fear. Jenny, on the other hand, wore a simple dress that highlighted her natural beauty, her wavy hair and green eyes giving her a captivating, understated charm.

The betrayal was too much. “How long?” Violet finally choked out, her voice hoarse, her lips trembling. She couldn’t look at Luna, not yet. She couldn’t handle it. Her eyes stayed locked on Christian, silently pleading for him to tell her this was some kind of mistake. That this nightmare wasn’t real. Christian glanced at Luna briefly before answering. “Does it matter?”

Bianca said while turning back to look at the door. “ I believe this is when we all run girls. This is about to get really nasty.” Violet said as a plume of purple and black smoke filled the shop, the outline of what looked like the wings of a dragon was swinging in the smoke. “ilea ayunkthanum. Guys better hold on tight. I am going to use a transportation spell to get us out.” Violet said as she began moving her lips again and they held to her carrying the heavy bird and disappeared.