Arcane Dragons Novels & Stories

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

The Monster and the Flower. After he nodded, I began delivering the story, "Arden, the name of the snake dragon who is our novel's male lead. He is the most powerful dragon on Mount Tateyama, one of Japan's holiest mountains. Arden has the ability to shapeshift into a human form in order to deceive other civilizations and conquer it. After conquering those nations, he will turn the population into slaves and murder all who oppose him.

She didn’t know how much strength she could spare for actual attacks, but she had to try. The approaching flock of Ma’veth did not go unnoticed by the Dragons. With the army below being engaged by the forces of the Black Knights and the Minotaurs, they turned their attention to the new threat. They made a pass high above them to determine their nature. Their very appearance marked them as the product of Dark Magic, and Ghaeron was enraged by yet another misuse of that powerful energy. They swept back to pass more closely. With controlled breaths of flame, they created a swath of damage through the flock. Dozens of charred bodies fell, but there were hundreds of the things gathering. Ghaeron

The latter found himself on all fours after the impact of many blades on his back and raised his head with a shrill cry like a wolf to the moon. Ragnar hastily pulled up the rope he was holding after he dropped the hanging bar and spotted among the hanging objects the longest and broadest animal spine that still had long, curved and sharp ribs. He swung several times to reach the huge carcass and hoisted himself up on it with a little effort. He glanced quickly below him and to the ground, he saw the giant who was on all fours, being tortured by the girl and crying to death. The colossus was right in the middle of the room, below the gigantic spine on which the little hunchback stood proudl

And brooding over all were the warlocks, with their blue lips and dread powers, seldom seen but much feared. She would have been lost without Xaro. The gold that she had squandered to open the doors of the Hall of a Thousand Thrones was largely a product of the merchant's generosity and quick wits. As the rumor of living dragons had spread through the east, ever more seekers had come to learn if the tale was true-and Xaro Xhoan Daxos saw to it that the great and the humble alike offered some token to the Mother of Dragons.

she said and a tiny dragon of fire appeared in her palm, Danté sat there like a kid watching new toys, the two little dragons so life-like if one wasn't burning and one clearly made of ice and water, he would have been fooled. "Drakania is basically a female dragon, many years ago wizards teamed up with knights and taught them this magic, with the exception that the chant starts either with her speaking Drakania, or him speaking Drakkon, the most famous of them was Merlin" Amber said. "So he wasn't just some foney?" "No, Merlin was just as much a part of the round table as the knights were" she said sitting back again. "Very well" Danté said and Alister continued.

She asked, her eyes turning white as she powered the arcane eye. “Yes mam” Froster was a Dragonwolf, their kind did not acknowledge fear. But he knew that activating the eye would reveal the tendrils of energy that had encapsulated the island. He saw the tendrils just before they arrived, the pulsing mass of wild radiance that grew and shrunk with every beating second. An indicator that confirmed the presence of uncontrollable if not infernal arcane magic.

“My apologies on Drake’s behalf. We meant no offense. He’s just on edge since our mates have gone to help their sister prepare for the upcoming birth of her offspring.” Lucian’s hand moved down my back, resting between my shoulder blades. A longing filled me that wasn’t my own. “I can understand the worry. Is she a shifter as well?” he asked. “Succubus and dragon, though her dragon has yet to wake.” “My congratulations on the new additions. I hope her dragon wakes soon after her offspring's birth.” Lucian said and I felt some of the tension leave him. The longing was still there. He wanted that, longed for it with every part of his being.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

Inara stood beside her, pale and anxious, mouthing please don’t start a war. Too late. For the past few days, I’d done my research, what little the archives allowed. The baby dragon, a female of ancient blood, was one of the last of her kind. Her energy was connected to forgotten magic that had once stabilized realms. She was both terrifying and precious and now they wanted to take her apart like an experiment. Not happening.