Awakened Dragon Novels & Stories

But if they got to the mouth of the cave in time, they would be able to escape and if they were lucky enough, they would make it back to their Realm in one piece. From the place of contact between him and the gem, he could feel something changing. He could feel his dragon awakening to more life than it had ever had, his wings stitching together. “What is going on?” A wicked smile crossed his lips at the weak voice that spoke to him. Finally, she was awake! “You will not believe it. I wanted to trade you for my escape, but they got mad that all I had to aid my bargain was a mere mortal.” “What? You wanted to leave me?!”

That time would be extremely difficult to pass without the mate and that time would be extremely crucial as any wrong person could take a chance on it. Heat? That's why I was feeling all that sparks and feelings with Ryan because I had a few encounters with him. I remembered. I read further. After the mating and awakening, with the broken spell, the creature would again be able to turn into its true self, the real self filled with power and a source of destruction, A Dragon. THE FEMALE DRAGON, DRACONA. I shivered to death now.

I could hear it, and I could feel it, the heat that radiated off of me was intense, and I was the one producing it. “Ayla! something’s happening” Aiden stepped back “It’s okay; she’s coming through; we are joining as one” I had no idea how I knew this; I just did. “Who is?” Axel and Archer say together “Alune, the wolf Exalted” was as plain as day to me. I knew what was going on, what I needed to do, and everything that had happened before. “You look like you but more! I can’t explain it” Aiden looked shocked but amazed. “Your eyes, you’re beautiful; they are golden and violet simultaneously.”

I lick my lip to try and feel out what's so wrong, only to find teeth sharp and long, and a sensation of fur around the edges. I wolfed. I’m a wolf, and I shake it off, shake my head to bring my sight back to clear and fuzz-free, so I can turn and see the others around me. A weird movement that’s ungraceful and dog-like, that knocks me off balance. Nearby, a smaller wolf sits and looks at its paws, as I was, yet it glows too. Blue and surreal, as though the moon has rolled down to illuminate us with her touch, and it’s eerily pretty. Something I have never seen before at an Awakening. They don’t seem to be in pain anymore, either, and I wonder if the worst has passed. None of them is crying

Alpha Lachlan has lowered his weapon and relaxed the muscles on his body as Beta Mellow tried to force the newborn to come out of its pretense. Blood. The smell of a fresh blood is irresistible on the newborns’ noses. It will awaken their instinct and compells them to shred its skin out of its pretense. Beta Mellow has proven that Alpha Lachlan did not make a mistake in choosing him as his second in command.

Its eyes glowed with the intensity of a thousand suns, and its roar shook the mountains themselves. Torren gritted his teeth. “Okay… now I really want to smash it.” Kael tightened his grip on his sword. “Everyone… stay sharp. This is unlike anything we’ve faced.” The rift pulsed violently, and the molten dragon reared, ready to strike. Luna felt the Fallen Moon, the Moon of Tides, the Moon of Winds, and even the faint shadowed glow of the Moon of Shadows surge within her. “This is only the beginning,” she whispered, determination flashing in her eyes. “The Moonfire has awakened… and we are its bearers.”

“You knew… didn’t you? Not everything. But… something.” Lyra nodded. “I suspected. The way you held yourself, the way wolves reacted to you, your strength… It wasn’t normal. Not for someone unshifted, underfed, traumatized. You had an aura. A spark. Alpha-born wolves feel different.” Sera looked down at her hands—her hands, that moments ago had been silver paws. “A purpose,” she whispered. “I finally know what I am.” “Not what,” Lyra corrected gently. “Who.”

Cain actually staggered back a step, fingers digging into her shoulders to keep himself upright. For him, it came like a thunderclap through the mate bond, a presence slamming into his instincts like collision with another Alpha dragon in midair. Old. Vast. Not Draynor, not Dawlya, exactly something older than either, threaded with a magic that didn’t care about kingdoms or councils. “What the hell was that,” he rasped, voice gone rough. “Say it again.” She didn’t need to. The Circle answered for her. “He wakes. He turns. He comes.” The room warped at the edges of her vision.