Willow Dragons Novels & Stories

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

She obediently got out of the car. She had just gotten out of the car when those people surrounded her. Every one of those people had a dragon tattooed across their shoulder! Willow realized then that they were all members of the Flying Dragons! "Mr. Wright, we got the woman!" The armed man spoke to a man with long hair. The man with hair draping over his shoulders was the master of the Flying Dragons in the north, Skylar Wright. "Good!" Skylar praised them. "What are you planning to do?" Willow didn't expect that the Flying Dragons would capture her. Her tone was fearful.

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 witch that was originally my mate told me a prophecy: A young vampdragon and a young werewolf will fall as mates and they will have children, but they won’t be able to raise one of them since they were both. But because they couldn’t raise them, they grew to see all creatures as equals, and from there they changed the world.)

Again, he tried to walk out when Willow spoke again. “I won’t be the only one helping, Ryker.” He barely glanced at her until she said: “When one head of a three-headed dragon loses its eyes, the other two direct it. So I invited Z Wolfgang for dinner.”

he coughs while rolling his eyes, “-trust me. I should know. They all couldn’t wait to run the basic tests to find out. I know you like to live in a world of your own, but can we not turn this into another conspiracy?” “He has a point, kid. And anyway, Willow’s from a totally different City. We don’t know if that’s a common colour for fur over there. Time has progressed and, as Elijah said, so have the wolves. Our cousin, Tayen, for example, can outsprint any wolf that challenges her despite being tiny. I can’t do that and I’m double her size,” Dakota joins in, causing Raven to stop dishearteningly in her tracks, “-maybe Willow’s just gifted like her.”

I asked and he smiled as he slid a file across the table. I opened the file and looked at the information that he had gathered so far. It always surprised me how he was able to gather so much on people that tried to remain anonymous. The group consisted of a rogue lair of dragons, ten of them, and a pack of wolves, also ten of them. “I don’t see how they’re all working together,” I said as I read through the file. “They’re not actively working together, they have different bases of operations, each one keeping to themselves and selling the children to the vampire covens, you know they prefer the young ones,” he said.

he groaned as I kissed the tip of his cock and swirled my tongue around him. It's hard to describe the jolt I felt. It was like a small burst of electricity running through my body. Bastian sat up. "The dragons come; they've crossed into my territory." His glorious cock would need to wait. "Our territory, mate. I felt them too." He looked at me, his teeth flashing with a smile. "Our territory, but it may take a while for me to remember." "I'll remind you each and every day. What do we need to do?"

The tiny purple dragons fly about the room, the large metal collars that hang around their necks glint on the sun. "What are these?" Flavius asks in awe. "These are Miniature SpitFires, mounts used by dragon slayers for hundreds of years. Go ahead, you can pick one," I tell him. "Why are you giving me one of these?" he asks. "When we travel to places like the Horde of Fates, it would be safer for you to ride on one of these instead of on me. Not to mention SpitFires are strong, and loyal. I would feel more comfortable if you had one with you for when I am not around," I explain.