Worthless Profession: Dragon Tamer Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

My finger could easily pull the wounds apart without trying. My dragon reverberated again, pounding my head with his own, beseeching to be released. I felt outraged for Odessa's pain; she was nothing but an innocent fawn that went to a slaughterhouse. Her own mother getting rid of her as a piece of meat. My heart ached, my dragon fumed, feeling smoke escape my nostrils.

They spoke of schedules, shifts, and vulnerabilities, unaware that every detail would soon be a piece of a grand design—a plan to set these captive souls free. As the guards moved away, I seized my chance, slipping through the crack into the chamber. Counting hundreds of dragons, their collective presence overwhelming the senses, I moved cautiously among them. One dragon, its eyes the colour of a stormy sea, caught mine. They reflected a deep, untamed pain that mirrored my own struggles. "Shh," I whispered, stepping forward slowly and offering my hand. "I won’t hurt you. I'm here to help." It growled low, a resonant vibration that hummed through my bones, but I held my ground. "I promise," I

His black robe billowed behind him like a dark cloud as he walked towards me. My instincts screamed at me to vanish, but my body seemed rooted to the spot. I was at his mercy… he knew it and I hated it. The thought sent a shiver down my spine as he loomed over me, his face still hidden in the shadows. I remembered Teneger’s last words to me “He wanted you only” What did he want from me? And how did Keres train a lost specie?— A dragon. “A woeful morning to you little paws” his deep voice echoes around me causing me to fold against my wish.

she said that but she didn't want to admit her inability to resist reading the book. It...called to her. She sat on the steps, sword now placed across her knees, as she opened the book. The words spilled into her mind like sunflower seeds. Valia Rostrag. A dragon who was incomplete. Hair black as night, kissed with streaks of impossible green, eyes like oceans that could drown a kingdom.

We soon reached a sleeping dragon, he was enormous. Dynaris approached the sleeping dragon, her footsteps echoing off the cavern walls. As she drew closer, the dragon's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her with a piercing gaze. Dynaris stood tall, her voice clear and steady. "I mean you no harm, noble dragon. I'm on a quest to reclaim the ancient dragon throne." The dragon's gaze narrowed, his voice low and rumbling. "Many have come before you, seeking to claim the throne. But few have succeeded. Are you prepared to face the trials that lie ahead?" Dynaris nodded, her determination evident. "I'm ready.”

“We would greatly appreciate your help in getting to the nearest one. We’re…lost.” The man chuckles. Her glare switches to him for a second before flicking back to us. “I’m not going to give you anything for free, birdie. Maybe you’re used to getting your every whim on a silver platter up there, but you actually have to earn your keep down here.” My fingers twitch. Illusionists earn their keep and serve as a caretaker, or hunter, or whatever else is needed, but telling a dragon no? My fear retreats as anger boils. “A ground dweller telling a dragon and his caretaker no? Denying us?”

I said, kissing him on the cheek. "My wife, I love you too, and starting today, we will face life's challenges together," Darcus declared. I nodded, embracing him and sharing another passionate kiss. ******* Note for Readers: The captivating chapter of the Dragon King's human mate comes to a close in this book. But fear not, for the journey continues in the next installment, "Warlock Dragon Mate," which serves as the sequel to this story. In the upcoming book, we will delve into the adventures of James and a new female lead character, bringing forth an exciting new chapter. Get ready to immerse yourself in the enchanting world once again and enjoy the thrilling continuation of this series. H

your fear, but I can also smell your courage. You are a rare one, Tela. And you have come to me for a reason." I swallowed, and I said, "I'm looking for Shadow." The dragon's eyes narrowed, and it said, "You have come to the right place. But you must understand that Shadow is not who you think he is." I didn't know what to say, so I just listened. "Shadow is not an evil creature as the dragon spoke, I felt a chill run down my spine. "Shadow is the father of all dragons," the dragon said. "But he is also a prisoner of his own making. He was born from the darkness, and he cannot escape it. He has tried to escape, but he always fails. He is a prisoner of his own power." I listened, and I could

The corpse hit the stone floor with a heavy thud, blood pooling beneath the head. I screamed. I couldn’t stop screaming. My hands flew to my mouth as I stared at the dead servant. Just like that. Killed for nothing. For a single glance. Draven turned to me, his red eyes glowing with satisfaction. Blood dripped from his claws onto the floor. “See what happens when someone else wants what’s mine?” he said calmly. “Let this be a lesson, chubby girl. I don’t share.” I was shaking violently. My thick thighs pressed together. My round belly heaved with every panicked breath. My heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly. Pure terror flooded through me. This wasn’t just a cruel dragon. This was a monster

Drake's POV Frustration simmered within me—I couldn’t get anywhere with Opal. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t lay a finger on her to force the answers I needed. The cold wind bit at my skin as I trudged through the snow, summoning the heat of my magic. Flames roared to life, consuming the corpses. It was the least I could do—to pay my respects, as one dragon honoring another. Even if they weren’t pure dragons, but hybrids or even just half-dragons, it didn’t matter. The fire was a rite, a farewell.