Ancient Dragon's Blessing Novels & Stories

“What? When, brother?” Ghaeron forced himself to share the tale of his great shame, one that he had shared with no one since the early days of life on Edon. “Shortly after Mother and Father had brought forth the first life here on Edon, I became fascinated with the complex weaving of mystical forces that had been utilized to do so. Such variety of living creatures had come into being! Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Minotaurs, and a host of lesser known beings, all benign and given great potential for growth. Growth is one of the constants of the universe, as you know. It is ingrained into the essence of Dragons.”

“That’s partly what I wanted to add to the book. I didn’t remember until I saw it the other day.” I watch her flip through pages covered in drawings and diagrams. She pauses at a section in the middle of the book. “The red flame you saw, they call that the Phoenix. It’s the sign of a successful Awakening,” she says, pointing to a page filled with writing. “What’s an Awakening?” I ask. “It’s a very, very old war ritual. They used to use it on mortally wounded dragons, it heals them and brings them back physically stronger than before,” she says.

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.”

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.

Bumi without hesitation enchanted a spell. "I call on you Goddess of the wind, goddess of tornado and hurricane, hear my plead and give me strength" blessing of the wind" Bumi sprinted into thin air accompanied with a gust of wind. A flash of steel slicing the neck of the serpent dragon. Allan joins Bumi in the commotion protecting the egg in the auditorium. Suddenly dragon serpent began to climb pursuing Allan and the egg.

they will also be consider as one of most strongest couple of with their mysterious powers that they will unfold in their journey… Blessing of ancient Sumerian comes with a curse to, it is also believed that couple blessed by ancient Sumerian also carries his curse, which bring them lot of difficulties in their life…. this also lead to isolation of Dragon from his master incase his mate is no more….it was the reason that Draco was unable to transformed and his Dragon disappeared and went into a hideout place inside him…. Even knowing Draco and his mate were blessed with ancient Sumerian, Dragon Paramigini kept quiet and asked him live on with his life… she informed him to get engrossed in hi

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

I need to do something for him. "He took the middle path and received his blessing and his fire from the base of the volcano. That's usually how it goes. You get your fire and blessing from one of the 3 dragons at the volcano. The top, base and middle." Dad started explaining what usually happens.

When the light receded, the dragon, now exuding a radiant aura, bowed its head in gratitude. "Guardians, your wisdom and sacrifice have ensured Meranthia's safety. As a token of my gratitude, I grant you a boon. Choose wisely." Altair, speaking for the group, replied, "Our only wish is for Meranthia's continued peace and prosperity." The dragon smiled, "So be it. Meranthia shall flourish, and its guardians shall always be remembered." With a powerful flap of its wings, the dragon soared into the sky, leaving us in awe of the spectacle we had witnessed.