Awakened Dragon Novels & Stories

I am floating on a cloud in my room. I am floating on a cloud in my room, and it isn't a cheap magic trick; it's my imagination coming out to play. It feels like cool mist between my fingertips, but the cloud itself is firm. A light flashes to my left, and something lands on my shoulder. It's heavy yet comforting at the same time, so I turn to look, and the baby red dragon stares back at me, "Remember me. I am Maros, the bringer of dawn. We are the first." The baby dragon stares through my own eyes for a second and plants something ancient inside my soul, where nobody could even think to probe. I have changed. As quickly as the dragon appeared, he was gone. Then a howl so loud I fear my pare

Nessa said pointing to a painting of a Chinese water dragon she had hanging on the cave wall. “Black scales? I know of only one dragon with black scales. That is Fafnir, he became the king of all dragons after his father sacrificed himself to create our world. Unless I am mistaken, which I must admit, is almost never” Al’ik said stroking her chin. “Now that I have something to go on for wound though I read the healing texts and there is only one way to heal such a wound, treating it requires you to be awake, and it will be painful. I will have to stich all broken muscle fibers and tendons back together manually using magic weave.”

Chapter 46: Flames of War Chaos exploded around us before I could even catch my breath. Draven’s cock was still buried deep inside me, thick and pulsing from his latest load, when the first dragon roar shook the walls of my childhood home. The ground trembled. Glass shattered somewhere in the kitchen. My mother screamed and Kael dove under the table like the coward he was.

But the first dragon, instead of leaving, nudged another awake, eyes locked on mine—a silent vow of companionship made manifest. “I won’t leave any of you behind,” I assured them, my voice firm with promise as I unlocked more cages. The air shimmered as the ice-blue dragon awakened, an ethereal beauty with scales like the heart of winter. It moved with surprising grace, joining its companion before fixing its gaze on the remaining cages with determination of its own.

Chase explained. Skylar pondered for a moment before answering, "It seems that your Dragon Vein Physique has started to awaken since absorbing the Dragon Song Physique." Skylar considered many possibilities and concluded that this was the most likely explanation. "Are you saying my physique was dormant all along and hadn't awakened?" Chase asked. "Yes, all physiques need a catalyst for awakening, and the woman you brought here acted as that catalyst for your Dragon Vein Physique. Now that your physique has awakened, you should find that cultivation is even easier than before," Skylar said.

"The dormant ones. Their blood is stirring." Across Pioneer Square, several Order operatives were experiencing the first symptoms of awakening, heightened senses, phantom sensations of wings or scales, and dreams suddenly manifesting while awake. Maya's High Dragon resonance had triggered something in their suppressed genetics; the proximity to so many fully manifested dragons served as a catalyst for what had always been dormant within them. "It's happening too fast," Kieran observed, frost crystallising along his massive form as he monitored the rapidly changing situation. "Their human identities aren't prepared for this kind of transition."

I pulled into the entrance of the condos, they were nice high rise luxury ones we were in the city now which was great. We were away from territories, and I could help get some information from an old warlock I had become friends with. I shook Leah gently but she didn’t wake. “Hey, Leah it’s time to wake up.” She bolted up looking around frantic before I put my hand on her trying to calm her down. “It’s okay, Leah you’re safe, it’s just me Ivy.” She instantly calmed down realizing she was okay. “I’m sorry, I forgot where I was.”

Elara counted silently. One. Two. Five. Eight. Twelve. There were dragons everywhere. Some circled overhead while others descended to the forest floor, their eyes fixed on the clearing. No one attacked. No one spoke. They watched. The black dragon looked at Elara again. “The awakening has begun.” “What awakening?” she asked. “The return of our kind.” Verath stepped forward. “The dragons were hidden.” The black dragon’s gaze moved toward him. “We were sleeping.” “Why?” Silence settled briefly.

In this world, he was an Orc—green-skinned, tusked, and wearing the leather apron of the Beast Keeper. "Mistress!" Oryn shouted, scrambling up. "Bad news!" "What is it, Oryn?" Vespera yelled over the shaking earth. "The surge!" Oryn pointed to the melted vault. "It acted like a defibrillator! We woke the sleeper!" A massive, scaled head the size of a carriage pushed through the broken vault. Its eyes were burning gold. Its nostrils exhaled smoke that smelled of sulfur and ancient rage. The Dragon of the North. It looked at Vespera. It looked at Cyprian.

Maybe I was going to hell after all. The world collapsed into a swirl of shadows and silence, then I was nothing. Yet I was everything. I was neither here nor there. And yet, the fire inside me burned brighter than it ever had in life. I didn’t know if I would wake again. I didn’t know if I would see the sun, or water, or breathe in fresh air again. But one thing I knew: they had awakened something in me. Something fierce. Something immortal. Something that refused to be forgotten. Something that refused to die.