Ancient Dragon Prayer Novels & Stories

I knew it. They all watched me quietly as I took a deep breath and channel the power of the fragment. It glowed faintly as I slashed my palm with a silver dagger, letting my blood drip onto it. Closing my eyes, I recited the incantation: "Flames of the ancient, spark anew, Return the life, restore what's true. By blood and fire, death’s hold is severed, The dragon’s gift, a soul delivered." A fiery red light enveloped Allison’s body, its heat filling the room. Liam stepped forward, panic etched on his face.

Draco's sacrifice was vain, and now both of us were swept into the depths of Armand's twisted plans. As Armand's men prepared to carry us away, a wave of tension gripped the air. But then, as if sensing the impending danger, Draco's voice resonated with an ancient power. He began to utter a long-forgotten spell in the sacred language of Latin, his words weaving through the atmosphere with mesmerizing intensity. "Tempestas arcano veni, nubes atrae surgant! Fulmen et tonitrus oram capitulum!"

Then, the world shook. A rumbling voice, so ancient and vast it seemed to come from the earth itself, rolled over the city. "You have returned to me. My mate." The words echoed, bouncing off stone and glass, making Caelia’s stomach drop. A second voice, this one human, crackled through the air, amplified with magic. "Oh mighty Dragon." Karios. He stood at the center of the square, bent on one knee. Sweat beaded along his temples, his gray hair limp as he clearly struggled to channel what little power he possessed. He looked drained, as though merely speaking in the presence of the ancient being was an unbearable weight.

Arianna rose to her feet and turned to face the Ouroboros, who stared back at her in tears. Her beast was still facing the wolves in case they did something stupid. Eryz began hitting his left chest with a large smile, singing in an ancient dragon tongue... Words of respect traveled through the air. Others began joining in, including Lylah and Falcon who only hit their chest with a big smile. Chants of praise. Joy. Hope. Respect for their new goddess. Lylah was crying profusely, her chest heaving with many emotions. Arianna stood tall upon her dragon's head, the silver strands of her hair whipping violently behind her as the chants swelled beneath.

"Mother, if you are listening, please save me… To whomever my Promise Mate may be, I hope the Dragon Lord guides you to rescue me, as I wish to live long enough to meet you." Ashton silently prayed to the Dragon Lord for a miracle to occur the following day. Could a miracle truly happen???

A moment later she closed her eyes and began chanting something that I couldn’t understand. I recognized the language as the tongue that Dragons could communicate in, which was different from any other language. I have heard Cyran speak it a few times, but I have never been able to understand what was being said. When she finished speaking in the Dragon tongue, she stepped back without another word. Cryan twisted his arm in front of him and I could see that his mark returned to what it had been. Smiling, I looked up at Cyran to see mixed emotions on his face.

“Dragons of Romania. Tonight we bid farewell to the Prince of Dragons. Nicu was a good boy, a serious student and although he did wander from his path from time to time he always stood steadfast when it came to his duties.” I looked around at the people that stood in a circle around his body as the King spoke. Maya stood next to her mother, holding her hand and tears flowed freely down her cheeks. I felt sorry for her; she was mourning a monster and she had no idea. The King held the dagger above his hand and pricked his thumb with the sharp tip. “With my blood I grant you my blessing into the afterlife. May my blood guide you on your path my son, may you sit in the halls of kings with Typho

Suddenly, another earth-shaking dragon roar sounded, and then all the people on the spot saw a purple dragon that reached a few thousand feet approaching them from the distant sky. "A dragon! A Divine Archean Dragon!" At this moment, everyone was deeply shocked. Being struck dumb with astonishment, they stared at the divine purple dragon that flew closer and closer. It was wrapped in purple lightning flashes, which looked extremely horrifying. Under the powerful dragon aura, everyone held their breath. They all quite clear that the five claws of the Divine Archean Dragon could even turn an Apotheosis Realm cultivator to ashes.

Vaelora asked. "Exactly." He nodded. "The Golden Dragon plays a pivotal role. It connects the DragonBorns to their god; Bahamut. The god of fire." "Bahamut." Vaelora tasted the name on her tongue. "How?" "That is where the Power Surge Ritual comes in. It is a ritual which revives the magic of fire within all Dragonborns and their dragons, and it is carried out every decade. Bahamut passes his gift of flame through the Golden Dragon, who disperses it across the land, to the other dragons.”

-Maya teased behind her back, and Veronica hated her so much that she didn't even look at her for fear she would notice. Palaços 1109 The first dragon shaman It was the first Friday of the year, the new moon was in the sky and in the middle of the forest the first ritual of the first dragon shaman was taking place. Everyone was around Daha, the first dragon shaman leader, lying naked under a heap of herbs, with her arms and legs spread and her long blond hair spread and her eyes closed, while the others intoned a Sanskrit chant and a local sorceress poured dragon's blood over Daha, then covered her with a cloak made of black wolf skin and hair - courtesy offered by a friend - who at that mom