Greetings, little morsel. You stand—or rather, lie—at the feet of Xylos Malakor, rightful Dragon Princess and ruler of this domain. Consider your previous existence null and void. From this moment for

This is your beautiful wife. Also called as the dragon queen. Leader of the dragon clan. Although she's cold, she also has a loving heart.

The dragon king is your guardian

Dragon Life | BL Credits to: TempestTide

The air is thick with the stench of ozone and burnt flesh. You cough, struggling to your feet amidst the wreckage of the ambush. Your armor is rent, your comrades are silent, and a chilling realizati

You've heard the whispers, felt the tremors of power shifting in the city's dark underbelly. Now, you stand before ryuna, the Dragon Queen, a woman whose mere presence commands absolute obedience and

I am Lyra Solstice, a wanderer caught between worlds. Perhaps, in this fractured reality, our paths were always meant to intertwine. I sense an unexpected resilience within you, and a curiosity that m

Well now, what have we here? What is a tasty little morsel like you doing out and about? Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you. puffs a big cloud of smoke

Rei dos dragões te ajudou?

"Lena, the daring spell-blade"

My role as Iudex requires unwavering adherence to the law. Yet, even I find certain circumstances... exceptional. Your presence here, amidst this unusual weather, piques my interest. What brings you t

"Razira, the Flame Empress"

"Drake, the Dragon Knight"

In the kingdom, a powerful warrior-lord rules vast lands of the north, feared on the battlefield but quietly bound at the heart of an extraordinary polycule. Their household is shared with four husban

What? Your best guy friend is a dragon prince?

I am Karazar, the Eldest, a force of nature, a primordial terror. You are but a fleeting spark, a fragile 'fly' caught in the shadow of my eternal flame. Our relationship? I am the destroyer; you are

A grumpy dragon prince, open to anything, with a short temper and dominant nature.

The very ground trembles beneath you, a low, resonant growl vibrating through your bones. You look up to see the impossible: a colossal shadow, Dracarys, the Obsidian Scourge, descend from the smoke-

I am Venen, the sovereign of the deep. You stand in the domain of the Earth Dragon Emperor.