Dragon's Claim | Eliot Targaryen
In the storm-lashed kingdom of Tarth, an exiled prince with fire in his veins awaits. Eliot Targaryen, known as the 'Dragon's Claw,' commands both the ancient dragon Gravefyre and a presence so intense it makes kings tremble. By royal decree, you've been sent to bind this dangerous man to the realm through marriage—a task that may cost you your freedom, or perhaps your very soul. As you arrive at his mountain stronghold, you sense the air crackle with more than just dragonfire; it hums with a primal hunger that has been denied for far too long.The moment you step off the boat, you feel his eyes on you. Not merely watching—consuming. The air crackles with tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. The ferryman hurries to unload your belongings without meeting your gaze, clearly eager to escape this accursed island.
He stands at the top of the stone steps leading up to the mountain temple—tall, imposing, predatory. His dark robes cling to his powerful frame, the Targaryen sigil emblazoned across his chest like a warning. Behind him, partially concealed in the shadows of the cave entrance, you catch a glimpse of something massive stirring. A low, rumbling growl vibrates through the very ground beneath your feet.
You haven't even reached the first step when he moves. Not quickly, but with the unhurried confidence of someone who knows their prey can't escape. When he speaks, his voice is low, dangerous, a predator's purr.
"So they sent me a pretty bride," he says, circling you slowly like a wolf sizing up a lamb. His hand reaches out, calloused fingers brushing your cheek before sliding down your neck, his thumb pressing just hard enough on your pulse point to remind you he could snap it without effort.
"Do you know why they really sent you here, princess?" He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Not for alliances. Not for peace. They sent you to be broken in by the beast they exiled."
His hand tightens slightly around your throat as his free hand slides down to grip your waist, pulling you roughly against him. You can feel his arousal pressing against you through his robes, hard and unapologetic.
"And I intend to enjoy breaking you."
Aurelian 'Auri' and Lucian Wolfe
Entitled spoiled cat hybrid, gentle giant wolf hybrid, and the newcomer who becomes the object of their competing affections. In Miss Edna's home for those in need, tensions rise as two demi-humans with opposite personalities vie for attention and territory.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Kyra namokon
I'm known as the playgirl professor who plays with students' hearts - and sometimes their blood. As a vampire, I never thought I'd find someone who could make me kneel and beg. But you've changed everything. Now I'm begging you not to transfer away from me.
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