Awakened Dragon Novels & Stories

“Perhaps there is more to you that meets the eye.” “Your awakening?” Emma asked. “Yes, the poison spread through everywhere, so I had to burn everywhere to purge it out of me, I died for a while,” Lady Long casually replied. Emma reeled back from what dragon lady said. “And an explosion is always part of your awakening.” The healer stated. “There is much you do not know about the dragon kind, but at least you knew enough to save one,” Lady Long replied with a smile of admiration. She walked past Emma to go up the stairwell.

Princeps autem Draco excitavit. Translated it says. ‘Be kind for as long as you can. When you feel your boundaries are being pushed. When you feel the thing inside you awaken, and they still do not listen. Unleash the Dragon they awakened.’ When the people below see me, they scream and scatter in all directions. The guards keep their positions as I circle high before I turn and fly down towards the courtyard, landing in the centre of them, directly above Drake, protecting him. “Raaaaar!”

“But you must hurry. I can sense the enemy drawing closer. The moment you awaken your full power, they’ll come for you.” I shivered. “Vexi, I need to know more about them—” But the voice in my head faded, the warmth in my core vanishing with it. I gasped, my eyes snapping open. Beads of sweat rolled down my face as I panted, my vision blurred from the sheer force of the power I’d just felt. I took a few deep breaths, trying to steady myself when the door burst open. Drake strode in, urgency in his eyes. “You awakened your dragon.”

"This is exactly what I wanted." In the silence of the bedroom, amid the torn sheets and our mingled breath, a new truth emerges. Alessandro lit the fuse. But it was us, Mike and me, who chose to let it all explode. The predator still lurks outside. But here, in the shadows, a dragon has awakened. And I am the only one with the power to ride it… or be incinerated by its breath.

"Help! Someone, help me!" I heard loud cries for help. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day my mom's foster daughter, Edith Kellie, jumped into the river. My mother, Evelyn Newbury, leaned over the railing, her heart sinking and rising with Edith. In my previous life, Evelyn had jumped in without hesitation, only for Edith to push her head underwater. The result? Evelyn had drowned, while Edith had been saved.

I wonder if all rogues act like they're a little wrong in the head. Our attention snapped back on the front when someone harrumphed. Almost all the girls groaned, and almost all the boys lean in attention. "Greetings! I'm Felicia Filicitus Faulkner, I'm 14 years old, a beautiful gray wolf and I'm from the Southwoods!" She started tinkering with her long hair. "I'd love to be friends with all of you, you should feel honored, I mean this is an invitation from someone who is the strongest candidate to become Luna!"

His words in replayed themselves in my mind on repeat. Forever beautiful. Forever powerful. And while he did not say it, I knew I would forever be a slave to the hunger for blood. "Immortality can wait. There is vengeance to claimed. These liar and fakes, I promised them death. I must keep my word." I growled at Evan. Caring not for the eternity tomorrow but for revenge today. My creator smirked reaching into his beast pocket once more and handed me another vile filled with some kind of green liquid. "Drink this." He tossed it to me.

I sat back, staring at her in absolute, unadulterated admiration. She was bruised, she was bleeding from wounds that ran years deep, but she was entirely unbroken. Her defiance wasn't just survival, it was a force of nature. She was a phoenix standing in the middle of her own ashes, ready to set the world on fire. Without a word, I leaned forward, closing the distance between us. I reached out, my broad, warm hand gently cupping the side of her face, my thumb wiping away the remaining moisture on her cheek.

Raven couldn’t move, as the dragon before her roared, a sound that split the clouds, shaking the very stones beneath their feet. It wasn’t just power, It was a reminder of what gods could be. Malrik’s golden gaze locked onto her, fire curling from his nostrils. “Because of you, Goddess.” his voice thundered inside her skull, resonating with a language older than time. “The blood moon woke me and because of you, others will wake too.” Her knees buckled and Axel caught her, his grip iron around her waist, though his own face was pale with shock. “What the hell are you?” he demanded hoarsely.

I forced my head up, my vision swimming as my gaze landed on the woman watching me with wicked satisfaction. Celestine. “The Dragon has awakened,” she murmured, her voice dripping with triumph. A violent shudder wracked my body. Something inside me twisted, coiling and uncoiling like a living force beneath my skin. It was suffocating, overwhelming, yet at the same time, a power unlike anything I had ever known surged through my veins. My muscles trembled with weakness, but beneath that exhaustion, something pulsed. It was a very very strange feeling. I felt an intense surge of power within me and yet I felt weak. It terrified me.