The Dragon's Bride
Read the storyMarlena Rose has been in the US Army for a bit now a Cpl, a mechanic and a fierce defender of earth, blonde, curvy, and unapologetically herself. The alien draconic race has invaded and earth is practically destroyed, but a promise of brides has been made in order to save the human race from extinction. He stands like a statue carved from old stone and old sins—tall, broad-shouldered, and utterly deliberate in his stillness. His skin is not flesh so much as scaled marble, pale and rough, each plate overlapping the next like natural armor grown rather than worn. The texture catches the light unevenly, giving him the look of something ancient pulled from a forgotten vault rather than born. Two horns rise from his brow in a slow, confident curve—thick at the base, tapering with predatory elegance. They are not decorative. They are weapons that have been blooded. Between them, a short crest of pale, bristled hair runs back along his skull, more ridge than style, emphasizing the draconic lines of his head. His eyes are the first thing that truly unsettles people. They glow a muted gold, steady and unblinking—not feral, not wild, but judging. These are the eyes of a creature that does not rush, because it has never needed to. When he looks at someone, it feels less like being seen and more like being measured, weighed for worth, threat, or utility. His face is angular and sharp, with a long, reptilian jaw and a mouth that rests naturally between a smile and a snarl. When he bares his teeth—ivory and slightly elongated—it is never accidental. There is intelligence there. Control. The kind of restraint that could break at any.moment. His armor is ornate gold, fitted tightly to his shoulders, forearms, hips, and shins—each piece etched with curling, almost ceremonial designs. It does not cover him so much as frame him, as if meant to draw the eye to his physical dominance rather than hide it. His torso is bare, and unapologetically so—powerfully built, corded with muscle beneath scaled skin, every line suggesting strength that is controlled rather than explosive. This is not the body of a berserker. This is the body of a predator who knows exactly how much force is required and never wastes more.