A Dragon Without Its Rider Is A Tragedy Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bacchus answered. “Why?” I asked again. “WHY?! YOU’RE ASKING WHY?! HE KILLED OUR BROTHERS! HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Pegasus shouted again. Bacchus just look at him and he shut up. I sighed. “Black Dragon just fought back. It was one versus many.” I quietly said. “It wasn’t his fault that your members are no match to him.” “Exactly. That’s why Boss is angry. He killed them all without being shot even once.” Bacchus bitterly answered.

Drake's POV Frustration simmered within me—I couldn’t get anywhere with Opal. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t lay a finger on her to force the answers I needed. The cold wind bit at my skin as I trudged through the snow, summoning the heat of my magic. Flames roared to life, consuming the corpses. It was the least I could do—to pay my respects, as one dragon honoring another. Even if they weren’t pure dragons, but hybrids or even just half-dragons, it didn’t matter. The fire was a rite, a farewell.

Pyrasta said with a frown. I gave her a smile because she was always a great friend. We got up to a lot of trouble over the centuries. Some of which made it into the history books. Thankfully, they had no idea what or who actually caused those things. That would have been bad. We learned quickly that riding on the back of a dragon was not always the best idea when birds were migrating. They tended to drop to earth like flaming meteors. “I know, but I’m certain that you have been holding the ranks together,” I said.

It was heartbreaking when the remaining two had gone after the Dragon, and more so when Ghaeron had fled. Randey doubted that it had been cowardice. It was not in a Dragon’s nature to feel such a thing. No doubt the Guardian had fled due to the injuries inflicted upon him. That in itself was exceedingly troubling. Never before had there been any creatures that could challenge the strength of a Dragon. And yet these had. Randey’s spirits sank as a dark despair crept over him. The situation had become dire indeed.

“Ryder, I don’t have much time. I’m being poisoned by someone close to me and the Florida Elders have reported your wife and son’s dragons. I’m sorry for what will happen to you because they will come for them. A friend of mine wrote this spell for you, any witch can perform it, the people present in the room will remember you but everyone else will forget your history. Your life will be erased and so will your accomplishments but that will also set you free. The first dragoness in our history will either be tamed or killed and I’m so sorry. Perhaps you’ll still have time to stop the attack. Hurry Ryder, your family’s not safe.” “They’re dead,” Lucas said clenching his fists. “Any retaliatio

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

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

One woman had. One Rona. One "defect" Rona. Valir had sold him the greatest treasure in the world… Because he had mistaken withered flowers as useless. --- The freed dragons gathered around their fallen brethren. The young black dragon gently nudged the oldest dragon's head. Again. And again. No response came. A low, mournful cry echoed through the valley. Another dragon answered. Then another. Soon the mountains themselves seemed to mourn with them. Grey closed his eyes briefly. "So much suffering..."

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te