Ancient Dragon Prayer Novels & Stories

King Draco explains. Draco signals for his fellows to begin the chants as he ignites the fire below the paraphernalia then joins them outside the set-up. "O great and powerful forces of the unknown, make your servant acceptable to the prestigious crown whose heir's blood rises from the furnace." "You must close your eyes in order to envision the blessing of our cause," King Draco advises as the concoction warms. King Elon and mother shut their eyes in devotion to the chant, King Andriel shuts just one eye while Draco keeps blinking repeatedly taking peeks to access when the plumes start to rise from the concoction.

Zelia asked. Black Dragon answered,"Just pray to the heavens that they would send your brother safe here." "Huh? Is that all?"Zelia asked with a frown look. "Yeah. Whenever your pray from the heaven, if you pray from the bottom of your heart, they will hear your voice. Remember that you are a Deity of the Dragon."Black Dragon said. Zelia nodded her head, "Okay. I got it. You can now rest in your realm."Zelia said making the Black Dragon nodded his head as he disappeared from her left cheeks.

Every step he took caused something beneath his feet to crack and make a sound, not an echo, but a whisper, ancient prayers in the long-lost language of the War God. “Fire is awareness. Awareness is suffering. Suffering is life.” Rayden stopped. Before his eyes, a colossal black citadel appeared, towering without end. Its pillars pulsed like giant veins, and around it floated transparent dragons, spirits of dead Saint Dragons, but never at rest. They drifted without sound, their bodies like gleaming glass. As Rayden passed, the dragons lowered their heads, not in respect, but in fear. “You feel it too, don’t you?” Rayden whispered. “He’s still here.”

Let me endure this long enough to survive. As a phoenix sun dragon, my scales are ringed in a bright blue flame. Exhaling, I open my eyes to see Cosima and the other magi on their knees. She has taken over the chant, her eyes fixed skyward while her mouth moves rhythmically in praise and prayer. Cosima's chant grows bold, each word shouted rather than sung, hitting the sides of the walls with a roar. As her volume increases, the words that were once a mystery start to make sense.

“Of what sort?” “Black waters,” Adrien replied. “It’s a Draconian ritual.” “And what does it do?” his old friend asked him. By this time, Adrien had made his way to the ground beside the ambassador’s horse and walked alongside him, conveying the message with a zealous fervor. “The water is filled with dragon’s breath,” he told him. “Listen and you’ll hear it screaming. They mean to summon the ancient beast and raise up warriors from the earth.” ‘What? Hear it?’

Its eyes, deep pools of wisdom, fixed on the Phoenix Feather. Altair, unsheathing his blade, took a defensive stance. "Are we to fight or parley?" Elder Aria, her gaze locked with the dragon, responded, "Parley. This is the Celestial Dragon, guardian of balance. We must understand its intent." The dragon, its voice echoing like a deep rumble of thunder, spoke, "Guardians of Meranthia, I seek the Phoenix's essence. Return it, and the balance shall remain." Liora, holding the feather protectively, replied, "We were granted this feather as a symbol of rebirth and hope. Why do you seek it?"

Lightning flickers beneath his skin, the mark on his arm pulsing like it has a heartbeat of its own. Ezra pins him with shaking hands. “Rhea, do something!” “I’m trying,” I snap, my fingers moving faster through the sigils drawn in salt on the floor. The ancient spell from the dragon temple glows at my feet, its syllables older than the veil itself. “By storm and flame, By blood once burned, Let what’s lost be returned.” The floor trembles. Wind rushes through the closed windows, scattering candles. The warded sigils flare, and something tears open in the space between worlds, a rift of swirling shadow and gold fire.

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

An inscription reappeared on the page in ancient script form. [zu'u acknowledge hi, draco, kul do zergenth, protector do fin lok, fin laat dovah kulaan Nau magica. Dii kogaan fah fin Moro do fin dovah. Aal fin onikaan ahrk ahkrin alwayye kos voth hi. Please use thdro knowledge wisely] [I acknowledge you, Draco, son of Zergenth, Protector of the Sky, The last dragon prince on Magica. My Blessing for the glory of the Dragon. May the wisdom and courage always be with you. Please use this knowledge wisely.]

The voice in my ear can barely be heard over the sound he makes. “Use it Xander. Breathe. Dragon. Use the love you have to replace the love you lost” Derrick screams. The words barely make since to me but apparently my dragon understands completely. I watch as he pushes to his feet as he continues to release the golden flames without the roar.