Worthless Profession Dragon Tamer Novels & Stories

I just nod and gently slip out of his hold. Down in the arena, the show’s already started. My stomach turns at the sight below. Dragons was creatures that should symbolise sacred power among fire sorcerers. They are being treated like fighting beasts. They forced into a ring, reduced to gambling entertainment. “Look! Obsidian Spine versus Amber Wing.” a nobleman beside me shouts, his eyes gleaming with greedy excitement. The Obsidian Spine, its body covered in jagged black spikes, clashes with the smaller but nimbler Amber Wing. The nobles cheer every time dragon blood splatters across the arena floor. To them, it’s sport. To me, it’s desecration.

Graham and Norm were shocked as well. They were aware that Walter was at least a stage-three major martial god. As the sect's mascot, he gave the Miracle Doctor Sect much to be proud of. However, Chase mentioned that Walter was really a dragon. He was not just an ordinary dragon either but a mutated Water and Fire Two-Headed Dragon. Even the most ordinary member of the dragon clan would not give humans a second glance. Yet, a powerful mutated member of the dragon clan was willing to become the sect mascot of the Miracle Doctor Sect. Was Chase blowing his own horn?

I gasped at the grand dragon’s full body skeletal model, which was ceiling-high. “It’s real, meow,” Zosha said. “There is a first year ritual where the first-year students try to steal a bone from this dragon’s skeleton. Dragons, from their blood to bones, have outstanding healing properties. They are known as the healer of all healers. But even after their death, it’s almost impossible to steal their healing abilities without their permission. So no one has ever been able to steal even a small bone from this dragon’s frame.” “Woah… that’s… woah…” I mumbled, failing to believe my own eyes.

Now, in the present day, she found the person who would, the person who also loved her despite what she had become in her grief. “My mate, what troubles you?” His breath fanned across her neck as he nuzzled his scratchy cheek. It was slightly ticklish but she didn’t mind. “Anything and everything. I hope that we don’t fail.” “We will not fail. This will work out.” Freja sighed, her body sagging into a puddle. “I hope so.” “We will not fail. Tauric is an arrogant bastard from what I’ve been told. He makes the mistake of underestimating a dragon, especially me, the Dragon King.” His fingers massaged her arm soothingly.

"You have romanticized the dragon for far too long. We are nothing in this world. He stays young as we grow old. Dragons love dragons, which means they love themselves only. He has no heart. Even Meagan was but a passing fancy. You will be alive when he claims a new bride and you will see what he does to her. Feel her terror that she is taken from all she's known and is at the dragon's mercy. Your feelings for him will change when you see what a monster he truly is." Was she right? Have I romanticized Tahr because I see him as a hero who cared for Meagan? I stand and begin pacing while signing my response. "I watched him for years with Meagan. He loved her. She explained the curse to me and

Kael Ashveyn is no ordinary dragon king; alpha blood runs through his veins, a legacy from the mother who broke tradition to love a wolf. So when the mate bond drags him to Sable Windmere, a weak, powerless omega from the territories his court despises, his pride refuses to accept her. He humiliates her, ignores her, treats her as beneath him until the bond forces something in him to notice every time she's hurt, every time she's disrespected, every time she flinches. His wolf won't let it go, even as his dragon fights to. Slowly, unwillingly, Kael starts to change. And Sable, who has spent her life believing she deserves nothing, starts to wonder if the king who once discarded her might be

He did not understand the reason why he did that, though. But Askarovich? Askarovich was clearly different. The man immediately told her that all his life he would dedicate himself to protecting him. Askarovich's dark past—who lost both his parents as well as his position in his hometown just on the grounds that he was a warlock-blood dragon—creates a resonance that resonates with him. Of course, Askarovich was not the only one with such an unpleasant past. There were many mixed-blood dragon circles that he recruited into his subordinates with the same background.

I step closer to him until the firelight reflects in my scales. “You mistake comfort for strength,” I say quietly. The circle falls silent. “We are dragons,” I continue. “Apex creatures forged in flame and storm. We ruled both realms once because we were meant to.” “And the fae?” someone asks. “They understood hierarchy.” “Until the Madrigals,” another mutters. “Yes.” Madrigals. Half-blood bridges. Living compromises. They were meant to be tools. Instead they became symbols. And symbols are far more dangerous. I pace slowly around the fire pit.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

"Dragons really dig treasure?" "All the tales that I have studied indicated it to be such, so I arranged for this small donation to be brought here," the new man said. "Small donation? You could pay off the national debt with what's in that nest." "But that would hardly be as interesting," the man replied. "So you are the infamous Shamira Stapleton of the house of Stapleton, current incarnation of Shadow Wing." The man bowed gracefully. "It is indeed an honor." When his head came back up, his gaze was instantly drawn back to the slumbering dragon. "How long does it sleep? Is it true that it was born telepathic? How --"