Ace Dragon Novels & Stories

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

Draco words were sufficient to anger Argentum , she turned back to him fiercely and question “What did you say Draco?” “You heard me…. I want you out of my first in…….” Draco’s words died in him mouth when Argentum transformed into her teen silver scaled Dragon form…. Argentum Dragon was one of most beautiful Dragon of Dragon realms… her sparkling sliver colored was very eye catching…. since she was Dragon of Thunder… there two thorns on top of her head in shape of thunder lightning……….. “Wowww…………..” a loud gasped was heard among all other trainees who were getting train along with them……

answered Draco. I am Draco, son of Zergenth, Protector of The Sky, the last dragon prince on Magica. Sir Edmund Brighton's eyes widened at Draco's answer. His body trembled violently. "Who is she? Why can she use dragon magic?” asked Sir Edmund Brighton. Draco turned his head towards Astrid, and the woman shook her head. "I also do not know. This all happened suddenly,” Astrid replied, shrugging her shoulders. "She's my Amicus, Astrid Lewis," Draco replied, glowering at Sir Edmund Brighton.

The Monster and the Flower. After he nodded, I began delivering the story, "Arden, the name of the snake dragon who is our novel's male lead. He is the most powerful dragon on Mount Tateyama, one of Japan's holiest mountains. Arden has the ability to shapeshift into a human form in order to deceive other civilizations and conquer it. After conquering those nations, he will turn the population into slaves and murder all who oppose him.

It was the last week before graduation and I didn't really see the point in going but I went and the only thing that was different was that Rylee wasn't there. Carson and JD still glared at us and I saw that they got their dragons too. I caught a glimpse of Carson's indigo dragon and JD's green one. He must be so pissed off that he didn't get a blue one since he was Carson's second in command. The look in their eyes said that they thought my own gray dragon were beneath them and I only smiled to myself with that realization.

Its tail was lizard-like, though scale-less as the rest of it, and without the distinctive small fins at the tip such as a Dragon had. Ghaeron spread his wings and flapped upward toward the thing, spewing flame when he got near. The beast flinched and moved away from the fire, but was not seriously injured. It flapped and maneuvered as well, engaging in a pattern that had the two airborne foes circling one another in the sparse clouds. It cried out in defiance, and spat a mass of yellowish ichor at the Dragon. Ghaeron swerved, but some of the substance splashed across his hip. He dove and then turned the action into a climb, pivoting and flapping quickly. He flamed the beast again, bringing

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

We hear Ancalagon’s answering bellow and a few moments later, I can hear the wings of several dragons in the air. “What’s going on?” Keagan asks, fire lighting on his hand. I feel Ancalagon lower himself over top of us and I watch, enthralled as he lifts the fire off of Keagan’s hand and into the air, releasing it. “We don’t hurt others here,” he says to Keagan. “Who are you?” Keagan asks and I can hear the fear in his voice. “That’s Ancalagon, and I’m Kenzo. I’m an earth dragon like Avani and Amne here is a fire dragon, like you,” Kenzo says.

His lips curled in a snarl as he mentioned Daniel which had a wild grin spreading across my face. "Jealous much." "Damn fucking right I am," Ace's hand flew to my neck and he loosely coiled his fingers around the column. My grin fell and fear seeped into my bones. This man was dangerous, a trained killer, I was under no impression that I was safe from his wrath, "tell me, would you miss him if I put a bullet straight through his skull." He searched my face for his answer and I couldn't help but laugh at his psychotic tendencies — or maybe it was the alcohol. Either way, he would kill out of jealousy alone. How much crazier could one get?

Apparently Rodrigar has a skill to duplicate his body into several copies, and this dragon is Rodrigar’s duplicated self. Rodrigar shot me a side glance. “It’s Clairmont. I thought I’ve told you before.” I fluttered my eyes a bit. “Clairmont? As in, Clairmont Rodrigar?” Rodrigar nodded. My God. Clairmont Rodrigar, golden eyes with a slight tinge of red, bronze skin, and a dragon. Why didn’t I think about this before? In the novel there’s only one person who holds the name Clairmont Rodrogar, and he is Rodrigar the halberdier of Chaos.