Awakened Dragon Novels & Stories

Then, with a final look, the seer placed the serpent scale in Mia’s hand. Mia snapped back to the present. The sounds of battle crashed all around her—shouting, snarls, the sharp smell of blood thick in the air. She saw a Shadowfen warrior lunging straight at Dalian. But her mind wasn’t just on the fight. The seer’s words hit her all over again, suddenly making perfect sense. Hair of twins. Serpent scale. Place them where the stone was activated.

“You don't understand what you're getting into.” The leader of the ceremony, a tall person with sharp eyes, turned to look at me. “And who are you to stop the return of ancient magic?” he asked. I took a deep breath, feeling the power inside me ready to face this challenge. “I am Aurora, the Werewolf Protector. And I am the Catalyst your prophecies speak of. But this ritual isn't the way to bring balance. It will only bring destruction.” A murmur ran through the assembled Awakened. I could see doubt and hope warring on their faces. Eli stepped forward, his eyes wide. “Is it true?” he asked. “Are you really the Catalyst?”

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

Something about all this felt so right, and I couldn’t help but feel like something within me had been awakened. Alpha Liam removed his canines and began to lick the spot where he had just marked me as his and then sealed it with a soft kiss. My body felt weak at that moment and exhausted from what had just transpired between the two of us, but it also felt foreign as I felt like a whole new person if that was even possible.

His beast was a beautiful shimmering green and he gritted his teeth and groaned as his beast merged with him. For a few minutes it was quiet and then Baz roared loudly. The beast circled around the roof of the warehouse and flapped his wings loudly. He landed in front of Baz and I took a step forwards as he bowed his head to the floor in front of us. Baz rumbled in approval and the dragon took off again and without wasting time dove straight into Rev.

As I break free from the mental prison I feel my essence snap back into our body. I wiggle my extremities assessing the motions. I have never had to control Magma without her here to do the movements herself. It shouldn't be too hard. I rise from the boulder I lay on and look around at the scene before me. The pyre I lay on is completely consumed with flames. My dragon brethren and sisters carry more sticks to the flames. Some of them pause when they see that I am now awake. I begin a slow inhale and start to pull in the rest of the flames that surround me.

Even though I have. Clairmont heaved a sigh. He then crossed his arms beneath his head and gazed at the ceiling. For some time, no words came out of his mouth before he said, “This world consists of a lot of Mana. And we dragons, are a being made solely by Mana, after it concentrated for several thousands of years and in the end materialized. That’s why, most dragons wake up being surrounded by high quality Mana stone, which was actually the remnant of their materialization.” I blinked my eyes. Those words sounded similar to what’s written inside the novel, during a chapter when Clairmont had a secret meeting with Minerva at some point of the novel. He told her about the beginning of dragons

If the previous power was a heavy hammer, then the current power was like a spear, and the power was gathered at one point. Naturally, such a fundamental change was definitely not something that could be compared to before. Boom! With the awakening of the 13th dragon scale, Zephyr Khan’s Realm was finally elevated. The shackles of Lv 9 Spirit were once again broken, and Zephyr Khan's essence, energy, and spirit were activated as one, instantly breaking through!

In a daze, I went down the stairs and into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door, looking for something to quench my thirst. “Can I get you something?” A voice said. I jumped back, holding my hand over my heart. When I looked over, Uncle Oliver was sitting at the table, reading something on a tablet. “Oh, hi, you scared me.” Oliver stood up and walked over to me. He was shirtless, only wearing some basketball shorts. As he walked closer to me I only noticed the giant dragon tattoo on his chest. In the dim light, it looked like the dragon was walking towards me. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, walking up so that he was standing right next to me.

“You do realize that means one of two things, right? One: it’s not awake yet.” Rain perked up. “Oh! That’d be great!” “Or two,” Colby continued, “it’s been awake this whole time and is just waiting for the right moment to kill us.” Rain paled. “Okay, so I hate everything about option two.” Xaveria exhaled sharply. “It’s probably still stirring. The magic that’s been keeping it dormant for so long doesn’t just snap instantly. It’s like… waking up from a really deep sleep.” “Great,” Rain muttered. “So we just broke into the dragon equivalent of someone’s bedroom while they’re trying to hit snooze.”