A Book That Features Dragons Novels & Stories

"Oh, besides what I already knew about how possessive and protective dragons can be towards their families, there are also a few things that are new to me… like how you collect things and treasure them. Judging by the size of Richard's library, one of the things he collects are books?" "You're right. Books and the knowledge they keep are one of the greatest treasures in the world, making the books about the supernatural even more valuable." Henry added, enjoying how much desire Elizabeth had for knowledge about his world. "What else?" "Well, I came across one very interesting paragraph that says…" Elizabeth hesitated a bit, "that dragons are known for kidnapping young, virgin maidens…" she d

Dragomir! It originally belonged to the ancient dragon kingdom of Islandia. The dragons had gone in search of wisdom and power and they had found the heart of magic. The heart of magic made them wiser and stronger, causing them to prosper. She closed the book and paused deep in thought, she had no idea that it formerly belonged to dragons. The stories her father had told her did not include this part. She read some more, there were different clues on how it could be identified, where it was previously found. Raisel slept soon after, the book tucked under her pillow.

Taran looks sad, “No, but something in me says to find my mother first. I want to know where they looked. The books aren’t completely accurate.” “Taran,” my voice is quiet. I want to learn more about dragons. What parts of the myths are authentic, and what are false? “Will you tell me what is true about dragons? I know about the first dragon and the stone. I want to know why you breathe fire. Are you made of fire? What do dragons eat? Are you born as a human or dragon? Since dragons are reptiles, wouldn’t they lay eggs? How did humans conceive dragons?”

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

I thought with a scornful look on my face. "I can't wait to control their feeble mind," Kendra, my dragon, said with an excited look. "For making fun of how I looked." This war had started years ago when I first accidentally found a book titled the first dragons. And then someone helped me to know more about the first dragons, and their history. Everything started with that first book. The book was buried deep in the depth of a library, and that was the only print, I had found out later. The fascination became obsession and the obsession became need.

The bottom pops open and we see three volumes. The Dragon Tale, The Dragon Keeper, The End of Dragons. Teddy and I look at each other. “Grab Volume one, the Dragon Tale,” Teddy huffs. “Why do I feel like this is about to be ridiculous?” “Because it most likely is,” I say, opening the Sliver colored book. Dragons are among the first animals created at the beginning of time. These dragons died if killed and only lived 200 to 300 years. They would have been the only dragons in existence, if not for the selfishness of a goddess.

The owner looked at me with confusion and remarks, "Great, another one who's gone crazy. Must be the 'Stuart's' genes." "What do you mean by that?" I glared at him "Oh right. This one's defective. The Stuarts are known for their folklore about dragons and all that. Your father even took it up to a notch waging a war with his imaginary dragons just because he won't let his daughter be the bride." "Watch what you say about my dad." "Geez, even the temper is there." He mocks I ignored him as I carried the books all the way back home. I read as much as I could about dragons. It's been said in these books that dragons are known for their bat-like enormous wings and serpentile creatures. They are

"It's about a boy who goes on an adventure with a dragon to save his kingdom from an evil wizard." "That sounds cool," I said. "Can I read it?" She nodded, and handed me the book. "Sure, you can borrow it," she said. "Thanks," I said. "Do you like dragons?" She nodded again. "Yes, I love dragons," she said. "They're my favorite animals." "Me too," I said. "They're awesome." We started talking about dragons, and we found out that we had a lot in common. We both liked fantasy books and movies, we both liked drawing and writing stories, we both liked animals and nature.

The dragons were here. “Now girls! It is time. Behave and everything will be fine” Of course, everything was not fine, it is as crazy as I had thought or even worse. A noise sounded above us and I looked upward to check what the noise was about. It was not about us. It was about the dragons. About ten of them were flying in the air. Building up flames from their throat but didn't bring out fire. It was one thing werewolves feared. It was the flames from the dragon mouths, that would clear out a whole land in minutes. And now it seems the dragons were choosing mates for themselves. Something that has never happened before.