Ancient Dragon Prayer Novels & Stories

A particular voice shouted out first in a cracking manner and the rest echoed. "Hail the great dragon mother, Hail…" They continued shouting that and hovering around the dragon before it began to slowly stand to its feet and vomited fire as a way of giving the a signal that she has heard their worship. It flew up and spread its wings as if covering them and then vomited fire still hanging on the air and the fire hung on the air as well lit up the place and the people with their faces and a human body bowed down to it.

Jennifer said while Zac grunted in agreement. How come they couldn’t hear his voice? How come it was only her? The dragon slowly transformed into a bulkier man with long shaggy hair that reached his waist. He was tan and his clothes were almost like ancient robes when Demetrius celebrates it festivals. “The dragons have felt Elijah Trueblade’s power. He must have been somewhere around here. But here I am, meeting his aide… and his lover that should have died a long time ago.” Her three companions turned to her in shock. Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward.

Peace and tranquility ruled the land as the dragons watched over the kingdoms and protected them from any evil forces that may arise against them. Once she reached him, the priest asked her father to give his blessing, which he did, and then Nya’s hand was bound to Slate’s with the Cords of Eternity, and the priest began this service, asking Zans to bless this union and all of the people in the care of these two leaders. Nya heard very little of it. Even when her sister stood to sing a love song as she played the harp, Eru’s words were muffled in Nya’s mind as she stared into Slate’s glistening eyes.

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

"S-sir ... we ..." "You bloodthirsty vampire! In the thousands of years I have been in the world, I have heard a lot of ruffian seduction like this! You think I'll be fooled? " Drake asked in a thunderous voice. The antiques around the jar also shook at Drake's voice. "Ask for mercy ... have mercy ..." said the beings who inhabit other things. “My goodness, oh mighty king of dragons! We're sorry. Don't kill us ... ”they exclaimed in unison.

At this time the dragon does something unexpected he bows at us. "I will fight for you. We will kill the Ghost and burn the spider horde. But I want something in return. I want this girl to read me the spells of the Elder magic all of them. I have forgotten their words and I only need to hear them to remember them. Do this for me, and you shall have me as an ally. Do we have an accord?" Draco's deep voice echoes throughout the cavern in a calming way. "Yes, Draco, when the war is won I shall read the Elder magic spells to you out loud here within the walls of your cave."

And for the first time, he prayed. ‘I don’t know Who created all of the beings of the worlds. But if You really are as many people say, can you hear this sinner’s plea?’ Damon the Prideful tilted his humungous dragon head to the darkened sky that was littered with lightning bolts which pierced through the cloak of mist hovering over the entire crumbling arena. He continued his prayer at the back of his mind. ‘If it is life that You wish to trade for hers, take mine. I may not be as valuable as the good ones. I may be a damaged good. But my love for her is pure. Yes. The only thing that is true to my centuries-worth of existence is only her, Maleficent the Glutton. She is the only truth in my

Roman's breath stuttered as he sucked a breath in. “Yes, I will be your queen,” Roman said, forcing his voice out as loud as he could without crying. Ezra smiled as he brought the Omega's hands to his mouth and kissed his fingers before standing. Roman's lips part when Nadja begins speaking again, recognizing the tongue of the ancient dragon language. His eyes immediately filled with tears as he looked at Nadja in shock. The ancient Elder stood tall, holding an old thick book. Scales lined the book, creating the cover. On the front is a perfectly shaped baby dragon's first claw that looks as fresh as the day it was shed. It symbolizes the beginning of a dragon's life, a perfect symbol for th

Elaina gulped, not sure if she should tell him what led to her discovery. She was about to open her mouth to reply to him when Drake began reading the first page. She exhaled in relief to know it was a rhetorical question. Drake read out some lines and it sounded strange to her ears. She had never heard anything like it before. “What does it mean?” she asked. “It’s a prayer to the goddess of fire, dragon warriors used to recite this before going to war” he answered and returned back to reading the contents as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"There may be something in one of my ancient texts. Follow me." I trailed behind him through a hidden passage, arriving at a small, windowless room lined floor-to-ceiling with dusty books. He selected a large, ornate tome from its place of honor atop a carved pedestal. Flipping carefully through the crinkled pages, he announced "Aha! Here." He pointed to a passage titled 'Taming Ancient Dragons.' I leaned in eagerly to read the old-fashioned script. "It says if a dragon already dwells within you, consider the ancient dragon's essence a gift to empower it."