Best Dragon Rider Books Novels & Stories

Jordan said already going through his book. “What's this book about?” Ashley said looking at the strange things on the book. “It's history about all the goddesses and their special dragons, I and Damian will read the books concerning the unification of blood ritual its mostly about spells so we need to be careful not to read it out Damian” Jordan said and Damian nodded in understanding. “Louis and Ashley will read about Goddess Rwanda, Tasha and Juliette about Goddess Thea” Jordan said pausing for a while. “What about us?” William said referring to him and Randall.

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

"The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union." There was no cheering or music. The moment the words were spoken, two Skyblade Warriors moved toward me at once. “We must depart now, Princess.” They didn't give me a chance to say goodbye. They led me out of the ritual hall immediately. "Diana! Wait!" I heard my father's voice shouting from behind. My family was rushing out to follow us out of the palace, struggling to keep up with the fast pace of the warriors. A black carriage lined with iron armor was already waiting, attached to two giant horses. Beside th

The tiny purple dragons fly about the room, the large metal collars that hang around their necks glint on the sun. "What are these?" Flavius asks in awe. "These are Miniature SpitFires, mounts used by dragon slayers for hundreds of years. Go ahead, you can pick one," I tell him. "Why are you giving me one of these?" he asks. "When we travel to places like the Horde of Fates, it would be safer for you to ride on one of these instead of on me. Not to mention SpitFires are strong, and loyal. I would feel more comfortable if you had one with you for when I am not around," I explain.

“I am starting to believe you are a spy from the Emperor.” “You mistake me, my friend,” Estevan shook his head, holding his chest, “I am a chronicler … well, not for now. But I’ll become one someday after I finish my first book. It’s called the Way of Dragons. As it happens, we chroniclers travel a lot just to gather stories, facts, and histories. But for the most part, we explore and discover all things about the world from our own experiences. But I must say, I’m very fortunate to have real dragons in front of me to whom I can ask questions. You see, I have been formulating many theories about you … and guess what I just found out—one of them is just proven today. Dragons can talk indeed!”

“We’ll discuss that later. For now, tell me what you know of the dragon riders, the ones that come and…do what Bisset does. Inspect annexed cities.” “And terrorize the people?” His upper lip curled up in a scowl. “Even so. How many are they, and what do you remember of the ones you’ve seen? Or heard about?” His sneer melted away into confusion. “Ten or so, including the Emperor. Everyone knows that. There’s the dragon who breathes fire hot enough to turn sand to glass and the one-eyed rider who flies with it. There’s the dragon who has shield plates all over itself, natural protection of bone you can’t slice through.” He continued to name several more, until finally she held up a hand and st

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

It was worth taking a chance that getting enough flaming oil around them would work. Ghaeron did not need oil. The Dragon swept over the group, flaming, but barely singed the outer edges thanks to the mystical shield. He made a second attempt with no better result. With a roar of frustration, he landed behind the attacking Moran’kaar and swept his foreleg through the rearmost members. Their misshapen bodies were knocked aside and torn asunder, some of them twitching unnaturally though they were in two or more pieces. The Dragon’s second attack was forestalled by the Alva’himar, who sent a volley of energy at him. Flinching, he spat flame in their direction, knowing they would deflect it but

Carol nodded and said to her that here the white flame represented the light, and that the 3 flames she didn’t know were the black one for the darkness, the purple one for the metal and the last one was silver and represented the lightning. She told her that the greater her reserve of energy would be, the more able she would be to master flames other than the one of fire and light, and that if she had to forge a weapon for the golden dragon, then she would absolutely have to master the purple flame.

Apollo asked confused. “He is her start and her finish. He is the only reason the gold dragon exists. If Rosalie was marked she would be the pure gold dragon. A dragon said to have the power of the heavens and a heart as pure and sweet as an angel. Her life starts with his touch. She will never die as long as Asrar never dies. His touch is what got the gem awoken in her so she could use its gifts. It also awoke his gifts for he is an elemental dragon or spirit dragon as we like to call them.” She spoke cutting the image and walking back to Charles. He wrapped her up again holding her close. “He has a prophecy that states he can heal the golden dragon even from death.” “How is any of this goo