Aether Dragon Novels & Stories

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

Prologue Once known as Levy, a normal human being, an unexpected encounter with a dragon forever changed her life during a sudden attack by Jeffery, her cousin Alice's vengeful ex-mate. This chance meeting with the dragon prompted a transformation, not just of her name, but of her very existence. On the advice of the Dragon Shrine Priest, who received a divine message from the dragon goddess, Levy became Lavina, a name she carried even in the human realm, as a symbol of her new identity linked to the great healer dragon.

The world seemed to slow around Rex as he absorbed the crazak queen's words. The godking continued his transformation at the center of the ritual circle, void energy crackling around him like black lightning. The tear in reality pulsed ominously overhead, its edges fraying as the ritual's purpose shifted from convergence to pure destruction. "The dragon bond must become a conduit," Queen Ullysarius explained, her multifaceted eyes reflecting the chaos surrounding them. "You must channel the void energy through yourself and into your bracelet, where your dragon can contain and neutralize it."

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.

There, resting upon jagged pedestal of obsidian that drank light from the room, was the Aetherium Sorter. Crystalline construct of impossible complexity, pulsing translucent orb holding millennia-old magic within its depths. Not a machine. A judge. Designed to reach into marrow, strip lineage and lies, read raw frequency of soul. It would assign us to Great Four Houses: Ignis for conquerors, Aqua for strategists, Ventus for brilliant minds, Terra for unshakable loyalty. I watched the orb's internal light swirl like trapped nebula, silent sentinel waiting to decide which of us were wolves and which were sheep in borrowed pelts.

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.

As for the Merchant Association, the appointment of the positions of the Head Director, to me is quite hard to find the candidates at first. Compared to the 2 Association Head Directors that were quite famous already in their field, I was having a hard time to find the correct candidates, to the point where it actually took me 2 days to deals with it. Surprisingly, the candidates that are now already appointed to the positions were actually being recommended by 2 rare figures in Aeternum, one is Aeternum loveliest daughter Yggdrasil and another one is Aeternum hidden guardian, The Earth Ancient Dragon that resides at the New City Mountain parks, Griksu’um.

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.