Worthless Profession: Dragon Tamer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains a plot misunderstanding involving themes of non-consent. Please note that NO non-consensual act takes place⚠️ ------------------------------------------------------- His gigantic hand came around my waist and a second later, I was in his arms. They were all watching us. They were all watching me. The dragons were still flying above the tents but they didn’t seem to care anymore. My first instinct was to kick and scream and give him hell but the size and strength of his arms made it very clear that he could snap me like a twig. Puncho held the entrance to the tent open and the King led us inside.

He tried to call on his dragon form but it wouldn’t come due to his injuries. “I have to help him.” Rosalie cried as She wiggled out of Dominic’s grasp. He quickly grabbed the baby as Rosalie wobbled a small distance. She closed her eyes and shifted. The pain filing the anger she had towards Charles as his dragon form roared. Ever dragon in the area quivered with it. The power behind the purple dragon was unexpected. Even Charles was thinking twice. He backed away from Drezic as it approached. ‘Desiree sweetheart. It’s me.’ Charles roared happy to see her as a dragon. He still yearned for her and if he wanted he could take her as his mate to.

“…they have far more power. Despite their limited number.” Danny met my gaze and tiled his head at me. “Do you know the story of Robin Hood?” I furrowed my brow in puzzlement. “Er…yeah?” “Well, the wolves act like Robin Hood. The dragons are like the sheriff of Nottingham. The wolves take from the rich, the dragons, and give to the poor. That’s why my work isn’t always legal.” I inhaled. “Okay. I think I understand. Are you saying the dragons are the bad guys?”

the book first page : < life is unfair i wished i'm like my friends but i was a coward i was terrorized i acted like im under the control technique but i wasn't i saw everything and i didn't move to change anything. My friend the dragon died in front my eyes and to save my life i was the first who stabbed him. I wanted to save my life and the life of my family from this monster> The second page : < everything began when we were an adventure group we traveled everywhere in this world, the world of wonders, there are many other races lives there in peace and harmony.

My fingers curl against my thigh, itching to touch him, to test if he’d hold me as greedily as he stares at me. His eyes lock on mine. “Because a dragon never gives up their treasure.”

But I’m beginning to see parts of him, see the good in him. Perhaps the reason he doesn’t let anyone in is because everyone he allows in is taken from him. The menacing roar of a Dragon makes me spin around and look out the window. Several roars follow, making my ears ache and the sky is illuminated with the glow of fire as the first clash takes place. And so it begins. “My Queen?” I look across at Hirelda, they all look rather concerned and scared as they try not to shiver from the cold.

All that remains is a black diamond tattoo on the side of my ring finger. I hear Mammon's sigh as I continue to stare at the tattoo. There is a snap and when I look up, the golden pillars that Mammon used to bind Gorshe—Ash—are gone. As soon as the dragon is free, it rushes towards me. I was ready to fend for myself, but the dragon suddenly dives to the ground and exposes its belly to me, reminding me of a puppy wanting to have its belly rubbed. To make things more absurd, its tail begins to wag. I was so stunned at seeing the great bringer of ash reduced to becoming an obedient dog that I could only stare at it silently.

“For now, at least. What I’ll say is that you need my help, and eventually, you’ll accept it. You don’t have a choice. It’s what they all do in the end, if that makes it any easier for you.” “I don’t need your help if I don’t want it. And all I want from you is the basics, no more. How to keep it alive and how to care for it, except I get the feeling that you only know how to do the first half. So I’ll figure out the rest on my own.” “That would be a waste of time, girl. You need someone who knows what he’s doing. That would be me.” “You’re not the source of all knowledge on dragons.”

Something's very wrong. A scream tore from her lips, echoing through the trees. But the sound was cut short as a massive shadow passed overhead, blotting out the stars. Cathy's heart thundered in her chest as she recognized the familiar silhouette. ‘The dragon. Magnus's dragon.’ The dragon spirit—Magnus's dragon—landed beside her with earth-shaking force. Its obsidian scales gleamed in the moonlight, each one a mirror reflecting her own wide-eyed wonder. ‘It's here. It's actually here.’

Raging fires encircled her like a protective wall. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, feeling empty, hollow, lost. She could hear the sound of laughter, a cruel, demented laugh. Turning her head towards the sound, her eyes reflecting the flames dancing as they were slick with tears. Stepping through the flames, she stalked towards the person laughing at her, her hands partially shifted into the claws of her dragon. Ready to tear out the throats of whoever had dared to mock her.