Awakened Dragon Novels & Stories

I close my eyes and let them flow freely. When did I ever get to this? Being a victim of kidnap, falling in love with a werewolf, being held captive by his werewolf enemy? This all sounds unreal, but this is no fantasy story. It is really happening. I feel like a princess stuck in a very high tower. The is a dragon spitting fire all over the place down there. Is there my knight in shining armor coming to save me? Dwayne is obviously the dragon and his venomous words and actions are the fire. Jace is my knight. Is he going to come for me? Dwayne really sounded sure when he said Jace was going to come for me, because I am his mate.

none of us want to stay here and growing up is the only way out. Your Awakening is a bit like graduation in a sense. A passing from child to adult and normally where you would find your place, your rank, in the pack, and get a mate. I have no delusions that it means anything of the sort for any of us turning tonight. Of which there are four from the home of unwanteds, and I hear maybe three from the packs around. Just a handful of kids trying to break free, find their path, and all in the great presence of the entire 'Packdom'.

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.

" I opened my eyes and that was when I realized I was closing my eyes while talking with Raja in my mind. "Yeah. I'm fine." "You were amazing, huh. You didn't tell us you are a dragon summoner. Man, it was the first time I have seen a fire dragon. That was cool," Prince Evan said. I smiled a bit. "I'm sorry if I hid that part. I just discovered recently that I have a dragon spirit. And earlier, I wasn't expecting that my dragon would be fully awakened. I thought I would die.

Vaelrion The Dragon King Awakens First, there was fire—no flicker, no timid glow, but a cataclysm reborn, tearing through the emptiness within him like a newborn sun’s wrath. It was ancient hunger, merciless and unbound, roaring through his veins, coiling around bone and sinew, igniting every rune etched into his soul. His magic—silent, dormant across the ages—erupted in a deafening roar as though shattered chains fell away at once.

A deafening crack split the air. Lyra’s gaze snapped upward just in time to see the ancient structure shudder, its stone crumbling, its walls splitting apart. And from its depths, something moved. A shape burst free from the ruins - a monstrous, winged form, rising into the storm-dark sky. Its wings unfurled, blotting out the stars, its scales reflecting the crimson lightning flashing around it. Ekreth. The dragon had awoken. A roar tore through the battlefield, shaking the ground beneath them. The storm raged above, red lightning striking the ruined castle as Ekreth soared higher, his massive form illuminated against the black sky.

Smoke curled from my lips. My blood burned. I am fire and brimstone. I am destruction. I am Aurex and I am awake. The words didn’t come from my mouth. They came from inside me. A voice like metal tearing through silk. The dragon in my veins, dormant for so long, now fully awake. My senses exploded. I could smell the dried blood in the cracks of the floor. Feel the air shift with every heartbeat in the palace. Count each dust mote in the lantern light.

I said, tucking my left hand into my lap. “And your dragon,” Caius said, leaning forward, his eyes gleaming. “Such a rare gift. When did it wake up? all I heard was the Luna Liliana’s dragon was… sleeping for many years.” The hall seemed to grow quieter. This was the dangerous ground. “It woke after a great hurt,” I said, which was the truth. Liliana’s body had been broken. My soul, Ayla’s soul, had crashed into it. That was the trauma that woke Veylara. “Trauma can awaken many things.”

You have no idea the monster you've awakened within me, Draken Zolotov. ***