A Story About A Dragon Novels & Stories

According to Jennifer – no, according to the myth of the dragon made specifically for children’s bedtime stories – there was a man whose sole purpose included protecting his loved ones. “Some parts of the story were lost throughout history,” Jennifer told her, “but the story recites this man, who was once a Knight, found out that his family members were the dangerous ones. They were planning a rebellion that would kill hundreds of innocents and throw Elantro into war. Without a choice, he murdered his entire family. Angry about the man’s decision to slaughter his family without consulting him first, the Queen of Laera transformed him into a dragon, the one creature that the Knights were accu

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

he begins, "there was a prince." "Was he handsome?" Alexander asks immediately. "He was... okay. Not particularly handsome. Not particularly brave. Just a regular prince who happened to live in a castle." "Boring," Alexander declares. "Let him finish," Ethan says. Kyle continues. "One day, when the prince was very small—maybe about eight years old—something terrible happened. A dragon came to the kingdom." Madison's hand finds mine. Squeezes. "This dragon was different from the dragons in most stories," Kyle says. "It didn't breathe fire. It didn't guard treasure. It just... took things. Took people. And one day, it took the prince."

Only Vertimon has books about dragons and from what she understood, he had gotten them from the old Demon king’s castle, the one her father had ruined while trying to save her mother from his brother, her uncle. There was no news or stories about the dragons except in the books and it was what made everyone believed them to be myth. Neither the wolves or vampires has ever heard about the dragons and she only got to know about them because growing up, she loved spending her time in Vertimon waters and so chanced upon the books. Even Vertimon himself had admitted not believing them to be real but since it was a book from the old demon king castle, maybe it was true, or maybe they are myth. And

A roar rattled the mountains, shaking the ash from the trees and throwing her to the ground. Elara’s blood screamed in recognition. Something deep, old, raw. Her grandmother had whispered stories of a time when humans and dragons shared blood, a bond lost to greed, betrayal, and magic forbidden. She had told them stories to scare children. But as the dragon landed, molten fire licking its claws, she knew the truth. And she knew she was the only one who could survive him. ⸻

'' ''I will tell you a story, listen carefully, there was once a young girl about your age, barely seventeen in a tiny town called Pumwa who could bind lightning, those were very troubling times, two fierce and powerful dragon lords were at war with each other, The conqueror and The whip, her family was dirt poor and with the war her older brother was stolen from the fields were he worked with other boys who were also taken, in the midst of all that hunger and chaos, she was marked with the dragon seal, a new dragon egg had hatched and with it a new dragon lord had emerged to whom she was a sage and then began what came to be known as the great hunt these two men both ransacked Hanorak in se

She took the pin and pinned it to the blanket. With that, she reached into her bag, grabbed a green vial, and drank it down quickly. She landed in the dark, in a pile of treasure. She was so confused when she looked around until she noticed the dragon laying there with his eyes half-open. He looked to be young, but she really didn’t know much about dragons since they were just fables in her world. She did know they were dangerous. She tried to sneak out, but the dragon had noticed her. “Hey, watcha doing,” The dragon asked with sparkling eyes. “Why are you crying? You don’t have to be sad. You are mine now. You can’t leave, you're part of my treasures now You can be mine forever.”

Then he concluded, pointing to the burnt carcass. “What could be so big and warm as to create such a thing?” Doreon asked, puzzled. “A dragon...” Sumon intervened. The guards stared at her in surprise, as did Doreon and Nathan. She lowered the hood of her cloak and looked at them. “Dragons do not exist. They are just stories...” Nathan began to say before being interrupted by his wife. “To scare the children, yes, I know.” She moved A strand of red hair behind her ear and discovered the shiny pendant she was wearing.

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.

“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