Ancient Dragon Prayer Novels & Stories

A low, ancient sound that promised ruin. Her last prey still lingered in her mind, dull and uninspiring. “Mother of Deserts… please!” Argonios, Dragon Slayer of Vamidr, a legend among mortals, fell to his knees. The great sand expanse swallowing the sound of his plea, his voice broke like reed in the wind. Tears streaked through the dust on his face, molten sand clung to his armor that has been half-melted from the heat of her power.

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???

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.

Myra: the sex kind? Dragon: if you would allow me to and you keep an open mind I will take your body places its never been before. Myra: yes, please. Dragon: you will be doing alot of begging tomorrow Kitten. You better try to rest youll need it because once im done with your body your going to wish you had never seeked the Dragon. oh god how can he make me feel so nervous and scared but hungry and ready all at the same time? how do i even reply to that?

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.

Darrion left the room. Footsteps could be heard walking away from the door and she sighed then. She pulled her drawer and took a pendant out. It was a gold pendant with the engraving of a dragon’s head. There’s a small red gem on the dragon’s eyes. She closed her eyes in a silent prayer. ‘Please help my Adventurers, Lord Homura. Bless them with your gracefulness and kindness. Guide them to the right path and keep them away from danger. May the Great Flame shine on us all.’ She kissed the pendant.