Ax Of Godrick Or Grafted Dragon Novels & Stories

“This selection process has nothing to do with you, Lady Drakenhart. It is my matter to deal with, and you will not interfere. She huffs, arms crossing over her bust. She is well endowed, both in breast and butt. “If I had not been poisoned by that wretched King, I would have been able to bear your heir centuries ago.” My heart clenches at her words, guilt resting on my shoulders as I am reminded of her circumstances. Hundreds of years ago, which the Dragons and Humans were on good terms, we had been betrayed. Their King hunted down Dragons in the pursuit of his immortality, poisoning our kind and killing our hatchling. All in one horrible night. The poison weakened our constitution and stol

“It’s nice to meet the famed king of the fae. Your race is heard of only in books. Why are you seeking alliances only now?” “Ah straight to the point, I see. I can respect that. I would expect nothing less from the prince of the dragons. It’s nice to finally meet you, Prince Ryder. You are right, my people have kept to themselves for a very long time. Centuries actually. To answer your question, my son is the one who convinced me to seek an alliance with the dragon kingdom. The question of who we would seek an alliance with first came with no debate. The dragons are known to be the most powerful of all the supernatural races. Word of how your grandparents defeated Thane Kago and then Hades s

"Answer her." Caelum turned back to Mia. "The oldest records do not call her the vessel. They call her the rekindling." He let that sit for a moment. "The heartstone was made, three thousand years ago, from the first dragon fire that ever existed. Not a dragon's fire. The original flame, the source fire, the one that everything else comes from." He leaned forward slightly. "It was broken. Deliberately. By someone who understood that keeping it whole would make whoever held it ungovernable." He paused. "The pieces were scattered. Most were lost. This fragment… the Draconis heartstone… was the largest piece ever recovered. One third of the original flame." "One third," Mia repeated.

The Gryphons and Dragons were known as the two most powerful kingdoms out of the five but they have never stood on the same side, never saw eye to eye, and have been adversaries for generations. “Because he can't produce an offspring!” The lord of Orcs, a tribe of barbarians, bellowed in laughter, his blaring voice echoing within the hollow cave. “He probably has a vagina under that armor.” Kaelric growled—dangerously low, vibrating the hairs on Aetherion’s arms beside him. Kaelric could endure one or two insults from the Gryphon king but when Lord Orc spoke, it aroused a revolting disgust from the depths of his gut.

Kiri smiled, a little impressed she knew, “They take the main form of whatever non-dragon race the parent is, with a skill of their parent dragon. They became rare as dragons started to lose interest in the other races, and once the dragonkin mated again, some offspring did not even look dragon-touched, but some took on the form of drakken.” “Grub hears scary lady is scared of lizard,” Grub said loudly, drawing everyone’s attention. He was holding a shiny silver-bladed dagger that had an ornate golden hilt with strange runes etched into, with a wrapped leather pommel and was twirling it around while he spoke. Everyone burst out laughing except Grub, Kiri included, “F**k, that has to be the b

Draco. Rodrik was always diligent in his work. For centuries, he had been Abbator’s soulgazer, ordained with the gift of reaching out to the god of bond to know the people he had paired. Draco knew it was Rodrik who helped his mother, Solane, and his father, Cormac, realize they were fated mates. Draco winced at the thought of his father, King Cormac, who in history was now recognized as the Butcher but was once adored by Draco.

The thought alone was cute in Delores’ eyes. “You are the insane one Roderick. Is it because I have been quiet all these years that a young dragon like yourself even dares to call me by my first name? Or is it because your parents never told you who I was.” Delores wondered as she watched Roderick’s tattered body healing slowly but surely. Even the blood that had been spilled came crawling back to Roderick, entering his body, and filling his veins and arteries once more. Dragons were just like this. It was impossible to get a simple thing out of a dragon without killing it. As long as it was alive, every single body part would return to the dragon. Even its blood was no different. So, seeing

With all of these, the berserker ape thought that it would be enough to challenge the so-called king of the forest. He was wrong. It wasn’t a king, it was a god. According to the stories of mutilated survivors, the Draco was a creature of muscle, claws, and scales. It was impervious to normal attacks and had attacks that baffled the mind. Despite all of the warnings, the nameless berserker ape wanted to challenge it. He believed he was different. Now, he was on the floor clutching his chest. He was bleeding out. Despite having the first attack and being supported by an unknown entity, the berserker ape lost pathetically to the god of the forest.

He stared down the long-stretched ledge, the army continued from one end to the other, there must have been at least three to four hundred men charging towards them. “By the Divine, how can we fight back this many. Father guide me?” Thought Drykator. The sudden sound of the dragon screeching overhead again caught everyone's attention “Who is that?” Gravland indicated with a quick nod to the small person thrusting a long dagger deep into the dragon's back. “Drago the Dragonslayer, we can rely on him to do his job” Drykator replied with a small grin on his face.

Dragonking was the only one who allied himself with Rozi despite being one of the emperor's ten godkings. Adrian would not have defeated the Gost emperor if not for Dragonbane, a weapon Dragonking had left behind.