Believers Imagine Dragons Novels & Stories

Draig's POV Trying to gather the clans together to fight Dagon, has been a monumental task to say the least. The dragons aren't afraid of him, but they should be, they didn't see the magic his followers wielded or the control he has over them. Honestly, I'm not sure I would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it firsthand, I still can't believe the smug look on his face when he faced Osric.

My children, the humans, can’t hurt us anymore; if anything, their weapons are big, scary toys that are more likely to scare their own people than hurt us. Nineteen dragons broke through the cloud cover simultaneously, their massive forms silhouetted against the Seattle skyline in a display that would forever change human understanding of their world. Fire dragons with scales like burnished copper, trailing smoke and flame. Storm dragons crackling with lightning that connected sky to earth in brilliant arcs. Ice dragons whose crystalline bodies refracted the city lights in prismatic displays. Earth dragons whose granite hides seemed to blend with the very architecture of the urban landscape.

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

There was only one legendary animal that was hot enough to burn anything at the touch, a creature made of fire and flesh that cleaved the skies and shot flames from its jaws. At the very thought, Athelstan was seized with pure and simple terror. Those creatures did not exist, although there were stories in his family that the Neyers were the first dragons. Athelstan had never believed in those fairy tales, it was not possible, they were just stories for children that his mother told him before going to bed, making him fall asleep dreaming of turning into one of those wonderful creatures, dreaming of being able to cleave the skies, of being able to soar high and free without anyone who could

Mykael asks. She nods. “Yes, I’ve actually seen it happen. Basically, whoever is the leader of the dragons will carry the injured one and drop them into Mors, their most violent volcano. The fire will heal them and force them to shift. If it is successful, then the dragon will fly out in the red flame they call the Phoenix. Unfortunately, there are awful side effects,” she trails off. “What side effects?” I ask. She looks at me with pain in her eyes. “They come back, but they come back feral.”

Chase could tell that the little dragon was quite a refined little thing. "Divinity? Are you telling me a little dragon like you is a deity?" Chase asked with a frown. "Deities exist from ordinary people cultivating to become them. They're also naturally created through faith. "I'm a dragon deity born from the prayers and admiration the world has toward the Dragon clan. I was condensed from faith. I'm still small and weak right now, though, and I don't have any special abilities." Despite the little dragon's proclamation, its tone was filled with pride.

“O, Lord. protect thou people from the harm. Honor thy mother, honor thy father, honor thy child. I hope our spirits are taking courage from thine. Protect us from the evildoers, only thee, we seeketh happiness.” She prayed hard, and at the same time, emitted the strong light from her body. ROOOOOOOOAR! Earthy looked up and roared. He immediately kicked off the ground and abandoned the golem. With affection, he soared to the sky while wagging his tail. The rest of the dragons followed his action as well. ROOOOOOOOOOAR! Their actions might look shameless, but it was still necessary for the last battle. With a fierce gaze, Sabrina opened her mouth and said, “protect thy believers, protect thy

There I was on top of a cliff like before, but this time, instead of Tristan, Mason, and Samael standing beside me, they we now behind me, and Traian and Marik were beside me. Bellow us were masses upon masses of the supernatural community. They were all cheering and chanting my name. It felt amazing to see everyone together. Just when I thought the vision was going to finish a monstrous shriek filled my brain. I watched in awe as a giant ashen grey dragon flew above us on the cliff. He circled around, then landed next to me. The vision ended with the dragon lowering its head, and me petting it. “Now it makes perfect sense. I didn’t believe they were real, so the vision threw me.”

Ash! Spare your nobility for the ones you can save, little one. You can do nothing for the ones eaten up by Tet’s black magic, it’s too late for them. Only death can free those dragons. Then how do we fight them at all! They outnumber us! With faith! Fight on, Anzi, and win! The gods are with us!

Kylie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all, Delores was speaking of dragons, beings that were so powerful that their mere presence in her world was enough to tip the scales of war. A dragon was not something that could be easily ignored, and she doubted that the entire world of Beastmen put together could even put up a fight when faced with a dragon. Besides, one of the greatest Beastmen clans had a dragon as their descendants; yet Delores was referring to them like she did insects.