Ancient Dragon Prayer Novels & Stories

Apart from the modern human world , the earth , another parallel world existed , a whole world on its own that was connected to earth through a secret portal . The other world , was filled with dragos , magicians , witches , mystical creatures and demons . A world that humans think it only exists in fairytales for children............but no ! It was real and this magical world was ruled by king Damien PenDraco , a pure dragon . The PenDraco famiy's dragons were the strongest among the other dragons . Dragons in this world were a bit different from normal dragons . They had the form similar to human . They could transform into dragons too but most of the time they remained in a human form bo

Ishir focuses on his mate, almost as if he’s forgotten that I’m here. “Hello, my dragon,” he purrs at her. I watch her respond to his words. They’re the same words that Merethyl used with Avani to help calm him down. My dragon. I said it upstairs with Ancalagon. I’m not sure what made me use that term, but I’d felt the difference in Ancalagon immediately. I guess it’s a way to publicly claim that the dragon is yours. If a dragon needs his or her rider’s acceptance that much, then hearing those words would make them feel…loved, wanted.

He no longer looked merely ancient. He looked primordial. A king from another age. Golden flames erupted across his scales, lighting the entire sky. Every dragon in the clearing bowed. Every single one. Even those who had arrived only moments ago. Elara looked around in confusion. “What are they doing?” The black dragon spoke softly. “They bow before the Last Dragon King.” Silence. She looked back at the sky. The Last Dragon King. Not merely an ancient dragon. A ruler. The ruler. She glanced at Verath.

He examined the engraving. “No.” I looked. The dragon wasn’t like Nicholas’s personal symbols. It had two heads. Wings spread. A crown between them. Lydia leaned closer. “That’s not a dragon.” “What?” I asked. She pointed. “Look at the tails.” Two bodies. Intertwined. Not one creature. Two. “Twins,” I whispered. Lydia looked at me. The room went silent again. Chase frowned. “I never noticed.” Nicholas turned the key.

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

Lynn said as she followed her grandmother over to the car. Mylan opened the door and lifted her granddaughters head and slid her small frame inside carefully laying her granddaughters head on her lap. As she rubbed her hair and smooth skin with tears in her eyes. She loved all of her grandchildren, she would die for every single one of them. Mylan closed her eyes, whispered something in her native tongue, asking the Dragon god for his healing touch. If they knew where the dragons were, they would be able to wake her with their dragon’s breath. “Father I know you can hear me. I need you to save your great granddaughter, I need you to fix her.” Mylan said, as Lynndoria placed her hand on her s

Since she couldn't go back empty-handed and there was nothing she could think of doing, she had begun praying silently and desperately to Şekileus for help or even a clue. And that is what had turned things in her favor, since Şekileus had been on their side from the beginning. A certain headstone on the grave with a pretty golden-scaled dragon had started shining like the Sun. It took Iris a whole hour to decode the mystery of the shining dragon that she was supposed to push the stone into the grave where the shining dragon's tail pointed and solve the riddle that was revealed upon pushing that stone. She ended up doing a reverse of a couple of spells mixed with another ancient revealing sp

I was expecting something more special, it seems I have to investigate all these things by myself. Arriving at the temple where my ancestors were, Drogo landed and paid her respect as well. It takes a dragon a thousand years to find its rider, it would only be born when it finds its rider. My father landed alongside his dragon, and after paying their respect they flew into the clouds. No matter how far a dragon is, it appears immediately when summoned by its rider.

I opened my eyes again and looked around. Baz was standing in front of me and Jennifer was still holding my hand. I squeezed her hand as she looked at me with big eyes. “We bow in your presence Typhon, father of all dragons and mightiest beast in all of the realms, we request the turning of this human so she may birth strong dragon children with her bonded half, her heart is pure and her intent is honorable,” Baz said. I saw the flickering of a black tail and then the great dragon came forward from the shadows as we all bowed our heads. He had a magnificent aura of power, almost suffocating me and I knew that I stood in the presence of the oldest dragon to ever live.