Arcane Dragons Novels & Stories

Ishir says. “What do you mean they seem different? Like it ate different kinds of animals?” Kenna asks. “No, like maybe there are two different dragons.” We all look around the room. “Another laboratory created dragon?” I ask. Ishir rubs his hands over his face. “Yeah and the three of us agree that the second dragon has the scent of all four elements.” “You mean, Oliver didn’t just add two elements to Ancalagon’s already existing two elements, giving him all four, he actually created another dragon that has all four elements?” Zephyr asks, horrified.

"This is it," whispered the Dragonkin, its voice filled with reverence. "The Gateway of Ancients." Sable approached the archway cautiously, almost holding her breath as she passed through it. On the other side, she found herself standing in a vast chamber, illuminated by the soft glow of bioluminescent mushrooms that clung to the walls and ceiling. The air hummed with a tangible energy, as if the very essence of the dragons lingered in this sacred space. Sable's heart raced with anticipation as she took in the breathtaking sight before her. In the center of the chamber stood a colossal statue—a magnificent dragon carved from the purest obsidian. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, re

I just nod and gently slip out of his hold. Down in the arena, the show’s already started. My stomach turns at the sight below. Dragons was creatures that should symbolise sacred power among fire sorcerers. They are being treated like fighting beasts. They forced into a ring, reduced to gambling entertainment. “Look! Obsidian Spine versus Amber Wing.” a nobleman beside me shouts, his eyes gleaming with greedy excitement. The Obsidian Spine, its body covered in jagged black spikes, clashes with the smaller but nimbler Amber Wing. The nobles cheer every time dragon blood splatters across the arena floor. To them, it’s sport. To me, it’s desecration.

Velastar comments. Well, fuck, that is Areylana’s older brother. I guess Travian is smarter than I thought. He figured out where she was from faster than I thought he would. Unless he had her shift, then he probably saw her dragon and figured it out. I mean, ammolite dragons are only found in one place. That is why I had Firewalker go to the Rockies and see what or who he could find. He found the perfect one, but he had to give her to someone else to sneak her out of the area. Grinaldo and Ursillia were siblings that were rumoured to be the great-grandchildren of the god or goddess who created dragons. They had no scent. Therefore, they could go anywhere and not be detected. This is

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

said Drake with a smile. Alarick stepped in and slowly transformed into his human form. “There was a dragon that went berserk and nearly broke my ribs yesterday,” replied Alarick with his hands on his hips. “Your ribs don't break easily. It took twenty dragon kings to do it," said Drake. Alaric snorted. He knew it was Drake's way of saying thank you. “What should we do now. Anyone know?" Alarick asked all the creatures present. “Elves, do you have any literature that records how to break this heart?” asked Drake. The elves were known to be the most learned of all creatures. They like to read and record everything that happened in history.

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

So, what's your choice—leave or vanish? Draco winced from the force of Aria's grip on his arm. The majestic lizard noticed this and instinctively glanced at Aria's Charm Coin. That was when it realized Aria hadn't even chanted anything. Could ordinary arcane seekers do that? The last time it had seen someone so capable was when it had been sealed. The majestic lizard nervously glanced at Landon, whose warning gaze made it drop any further thoughts about Aria's identity. The person worshipping him this time was clearly in huge trouble.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i