Ancient Dragon Prayer Novels & Stories

I sighed in frustration, rereading, and saw that I was chosen to be the one to do the sacrificial prayer and ritual. The annual sacrificial prayer and ritual held deep-rooted traditions that had been passed down for generations. The chosen one, adorned in the traditional attire, would be carried in a palanquin while performing the customary dance. The purpose was to offer prayers to both the Moon Goddess and the revered Dragon Goddess, symbolizing a connection to ancient creatures and seeking their blessings.

Damona said and clasped her hands together while closing her eyes. “Earth, Water, Air, and Fire, prithee, hear my command. Let the dragon devourer, Kyrios, hear my plea. I summoned you!” Sabrina chanted. However, the staff didn't react, and it's still motionless. What went wrong? “It didn't work.” Sabrina blurted out, stupefied, and froze on her feet, looking conflicted. Val and Damona gasped and were completely stunned.

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

His dragon was on display for all to see and I gave the Elders a look as they asked him that question. “Are you calling me a liar?” Echo said through Wynter as his eyes shone yellow. “Magnificent,” Elder Jackson said. “This is truly incredible,” Elder Charles murmured. “Separate Echo,” I said. The Elders gasped as the dragon that was now a head taller than Wynter separated from him and growled at the Elders. Elder Neil actually chuckled at that and I had to smile as Abeloth rolled his eyes. “This is Echo, Wynter’s dragon,” I said.

The Circle surged in recognition as hot, electric, claiming. Morgan whispered, “Steady…” Chance whispered, “Breathe…” Avi lifted her voice. “Begin the ritual.” And the courtyard filled with a hum of magic, as seven broken strands reached for the Circle and found something vast waiting for them. Something powerful. Something ancient. Something the Dawlya council had feared for centuries. The seven defectors formed a ring around Avi, their hands clasped, their breathing steady as they began the old Dawlya invocation, one that hadn’t been uttered properly since Seppa’s fall.

He was not sure what she was, but he knew she possessed healing powers, and that should convince the dragon kingdom to accept her as his mate, their princess. Just then, Alicia heard someone yell, “I knew it! I knew you had a secret out here, so I followed you. This is your day to die, dragon!” Antione Richmond yelled raising his bow. “Dragon! Fly! Get out of here, save yourself!” Alicia cried. She ran over and stood in front of the dragon, begging Antione not to fire. Corithias shot flames at Antione, making a wall of flames to block his path.

Ronan held her in his arms, he tilted her head up to look into her eyes, “Long ago, My mother used to read me a bedtime story about a long-forgotten dragon throne, She read that the entrance to the temple was hidden inside an old hand made, magical clay cup. "This is it," she whispered. "This is the entrance to the ancient dragon temple, where the throne is said to be hidden." We gathered around her, our hearts pounding with anticipation. Ronan stepped forward, his eyes shining with a deep wisdom. "Are you ready, Dynaris?" he asked. Dynaris nodded, her jaw set with determination. "I was born ready for this," she said. And with that, She gently took the cup from its long-rested place on the

"You're all correct. These are the skeletons of ancient divine beasts: the ancient dragon, phoenix, chimera, mysterious turtle, divine serpent, and divine tiger." After speaking, she pressed her lips tightly together, as if something had occurred to her.

“We're nothing but kids, you and me! You'll be surprised how quickly years go by. You blink and you're 21, dressed to look pretty and they're gonna toss you out here to survive on your own. No way you can stay alive, there's no food, bed, or anyone to take care of you.” “Under the protection of the Dragon God, I shall remain safe.” “There’s no Dragon God!” Frustrated beyond belief, Thalon let out a piercing scream and threw his hands up in the air. His voice echoed through the massive temple, making it seem even more cavernous and empty. “Look at what's around you, Avara. No one else is here! The Dragon God is just a made-up god for adults to blame when their lives turn horrible.” As a stubb

"Please, Goddess, I beg you. Spare her and take me." I felt the weight of her hand on my head. "I am Angelos, daughter of Hera. You sacrificed much, dragon. You stayed with your bride when I thought you would chase your friend and kill him. Your greatest treasure has long been your pride, but you gave it up for her." I looked up, tears clouding my eyes. I couldn't stop them. Dragons did cry. She gave me a soft smile. "To be reborn we must die first. Look behind you, dragon."