Believers Imagine Dragons Novels & Stories

Believer By Imagine Dragons slowly played into the scene as the act was ongoing. A throne crafted from metal and having on it decorations of skulls and bones of the dead was seen. Although, it had no one seater on it. Around the throne was a lake, a burning lake, it was like lava. The screams were heard louder from that very corner, the lake. It was seen as hands were reaching out from the lake. Around the extremely large lake was a rocky sidewalk, surrounding the extremely large lake. Creatures who had the heads of pigs and the body of men stood upon it and when a beast having twisted horns with the face of a goat was seen rising from the lake of fire, these creatures began to chant--

Brielle firmly clasped her hand together, almost as if she was praying as the vision unfolded before her eyes. "If salvation is what you seek, then the dragon must awaken it’s blood. Their wings must rise, and the flames must burn away what is rotting. Only a dragon’s flames can cleanse the impure, fire alone can carve the path to peace. Without it, ruin shall swallow everything whole, and nothing will remain but silence and ash." Brielle took a sharp inhale, as if seeing into the future almost made her breathless. "Save the dragonbloods. Save the little child. For in their hands lies the balance of all things; between survival and extinction, between light and everlasting darkness."

Vast. "Who are you?" The dragon held my gaze. I have waited centuries for you. My pulse quickened. "That's impossible." The dragon lifted its head. Flames rippled across its scales. Suddenly images exploded behind my eyes. A woman seated upon a golden throne. Thousands kneeling before her. Dragons soaring across a crimson sky. Cities burning. Armies clashing. A crown shining above rivers of fire. The visions came too quickly to understand. Too quickly to grasp. I gasped and nearly lost my balance.

“What else is left? We rebuild, and another dragon will come. They always come.” “Better to live beneath their talons,” someone whispered, “than be crushed beneath their fire.” An argument broke like a storm—rage and desperation tangled in every voice. “They slaughtered our children!” “And yet we still breathe!” “Only because that monster grew bored!” A silence followed. Thick, shameful, final. The truth lay bare for them to see: boredom was mercy. The dragon had left not out of pity, but indifference. At last, Dominus spoke again. “Adistaktos is far. None who walk ever return. But those who reach it… they say the dragons let some serve. They eat well. They live.”

“The Dragons don’t care about those dreams—not ours, and certainly not theirs. They will crush everything in their path, leaving nothing but destruction.” The looming threat posed by their enemies became more real as Adonis spoke to them. He painted a vivid picture of what was to come. “And once they are done desecrating all that can be desecrated, and they snuff out the dreams and hopes of the people of this world… who do you think they will turn to next?” His gaze was serious—calm, undeterred, but serious. “No one is safe. Not you, not me, none of us… not until we rid ourselves of these monsters.”

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

he said and he seemed slightly bigger than before. "Very odd indeed," Elder Peter mused. "What is? Stop speaking in riddles," I said irritated now. "Strong dragons with warrior names, all four of you," Elder Peter said. "What Elder Peter means is that it's been quite some time since we've had a Sire with his most trusted that possess such strong dragons. It will make for interesting times," Elder James said with a smile. "It's time for us to take our leave," Baz said as he merged himself with me again. Every time he did that I felt a burning sensation like electrical currents running through my whole body and I wondered if I would ever get used to it.

Pulling the magic inside me, I felt my body transform faster and let out a playful roar, prancing over to Creed. Rows of dragons lined up, snorting and nudging each other playfully. “Ready?” Creed spoke to me, nipping at my horn. “Ready,” I licked his cheek. Three dragons held onto ropes with a large branch tied at either end. Each individual orc sat their butts down on the huge branch. “The dragons are going to hold on to it like a swing so the orcs can travel in the sky with us,” tilting my head in confusion, Creed laughed. “Only mates may ride on a dragon’s back. It’s considered demeaning, letting anyone else ride.”

Only Vertimon has books about dragons and from what she understood, he had gotten them from the old Demon king’s castle, the one her father had ruined while trying to save her mother from his brother, her uncle. There was no news or stories about the dragons except in the books and it was what made everyone believed them to be myth. Neither the wolves or vampires has ever heard about the dragons and she only got to know about them because growing up, she loved spending her time in Vertimon waters and so chanced upon the books. Even Vertimon himself had admitted not believing them to be real but since it was a book from the old demon king castle, maybe it was true, or maybe they are myth. And

"It went well. He believes in our cause. He thinks we really have a chance to change things for the better. He only has two concerns. The witches and the dragons will not stand for this. If we no longer buy the humans, then no one will want to be test subjects for the witches. Not to mention that the dragons use the humans as sex slaves. It is quite sickening." "I can understand their concern. Dragons haven't had a mate born in a long time. Sometimes they get lucky and a human gets pregnant. That doesn't happen often that is why they buy so many slaves in the hope to actually get one pregnant. The only problem is that only your true mate can produce a female offspring.No one wants to be a te