Aether Dragon Novels & Stories

“The makers discovered that commands were stronger when carried through living magic.” Emmy’s humor vanished. “They turned someone into a bell.” “Yes.” “Who?” Amethra looked at Ignisvath. “The first dragon.” Ignisvath became absolutely still. Emmy looked between them. “The first dragon?” “Not first ever.” Amethra corrected herself. “The first Dragon King.” Ignisvath whispered a name. “Vaelgorath.” Emmy’s blood chilled. Vaelgorath. The ancient name beneath the mountain. The being connected to the First Flame.

Its facets catch and refract light, creating an ever-changing play of colors that evoke a sense of desire. As my fingers delicately encircled the exquisite necklace, a subtle energy seemed to awaken at the touch. The moment my skin made contact with the vibrant blue pendant, an enchanting sensation rippled through my hand, carrying with it a whisper of magic. The necklace responded to the connection as if recognizing a kindred spirit. A soft glow emanated from it, casting a warm aura that mirrored the ethereal beauty of the gemstone. The magical energy coursed through my hand, a gentle yet invigorating flow that transcended the physical realm. As the enchantment traveled through my body, a s

Together they stood like mirrored death and life, ancient and terrifying. “We are Eirava and Zethra,” they spoke in unison, “Guardians of Blood and Bone, bound to Shadow.” A rumble of thunder followed as Athena appeared in Chelsea, her body woven from vines, stone, and crackling arcs of lightning. Her hair flowed like wild branches, eyes glowing like twin storms. “I am Athena,” she said, her voice low but commanding. “Guardian of Balance, bound to Storm and Earth.” Then came Margaret, the dragon spirit cloaked in dark scales and golden eyes, curling protectively around Tora’s flame. Her voice carried the weight of mountains and the heat of fire-forged steel.

I found them grounding. The carriage tilted slightly as we descended. Through the crystaled window, I watched Aetherion emerge from the clouds - not a your typical university but a fortress carved from a floating mountain, its wards flaring blue and violet as we approached. The gates were black iron, ancient, etched with runes that pulsed in recognition. "They're opening," Sera breathed. "The wards are opening for you." "They're opening because of the crest," I corrected, though I wasn't certain that was true.

Most Archons possessed the strength to challenge an Obsidian Dragon, and most chose to do so. That was why the highest-ranking token in Draconox was known as the Dracobsidian Token. Among the high-level tokens, it was the most common. Aureate Dragons were an entirely different matter. In the whole history of Draconox, only a handful of people had ever defeated one. Azure and Vermilion Dragons were beyond reckoning. Boreas' fear of Oscar came from experience. He had faced true dragons himself. He understood the gulf between obsidian and aureate.

I do not bother watching him fall. There are too many others. Fire flashes across the air as Vael drives another attacker away from Jakob’s flank. Below us, the rocky ridge fractures beneath the weight of several dragons battling on the ground. And there— At the center of it all— Aurelion. Even in dragon form he is unmistakable. His massive golden wings dominate the battlefield as he lands between Malrec and the seam itself. The king has always been larger than most of us. Today he looks almost mythic.

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

The Colosseum arena was packed full of Different dragons. The arena is similar to Roman stadium structures with pillars about it. There are three major types of dragons that make up a clan. The adult dragons are seated in front. They are one of the most powerful and famous dragons know to man. They are large with scales and can burn down an entire city in seconds. The warm-ly dragons, they are more like serpent dragons with long bodies and legs ranging from four to eight legs, they more like powerful massagers and subdivided into various earth dragon. The worm-ly with intelligence that transforms into humans flesh but has elves ears are known as vouivre.

Aimee answers sheepishly as a shy smile forms on her lips. "If that is what Her Highness wishes," Airel responds as she curtsies at her. Aimee has managed to get used to being called with such respect. Although she wasn't comfortable at first given the time, she spent getting disrespected at the academy and being bullied by the students there. Although, every time she tried to recall the events that happened on Earth, she will only find herself blankly staring in front of her... unable to recall any clear memories. "Aether is the name of the Goddess of Wind. There is a saying that some of the Wind clan members descended directly from the Goddess herself. But no one has managed to prove that