Blood Of The Dragon Novels & Stories

He brought him somewhere unknown and he growled and ran towards the Cave, in his head he was chanting for their mate. Adrian entered the cave in hurry and finally saw Elysian, laying on top of a werewolf, getting raped brutally by five men on the floor. A loud growl snapped the five men, they quickly pulled away from the unconscious figure of Elysian and looked at Adrain in fear, the wolves freaked out to see a huge dragon glaring at them, how the fuck there was a dragon here?! While the three wolves knew they will die that day. No one should mess with Adrian, as they have witnessed the death itself, for they have met the legend they have only heard the stories about. The dragon.

No title on the spine. I pull it from the shelf. LPThe cover is blank. But when I open it, the pages are filled with handwriting. Small. Neat. Careful. I read the first page. “The blood of the Dragon God flows through hidden veins. Most mortals do not know they carry it. They do not know they are more than they seem.” My heart stops. I turn the page. The child of dragon and wolf shall unite the races or destroy them forever. The prophecy is old. Older than any kingdom. Older than any war.

near its neck, a wide, silver slot worn smooth by centuries of use. "Mina! Cian!" I called out. "I need your light to prime the ink!" The children ran to my side. They placed their hands on the dragon’s cold iron flank. As their Golden Blood pulsed, the lead cylinders began to glow. The "Ink" wasn't black; it was a shimmering, liquid violet, the color of the Thorne family debt, now transformed into the Thorne family's legacy. I thrust the scroll into the silver slot. The dragon shuddered. Its internal gears began to spin with a deafening, melodic clatter.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

She seemed calm in return, but suddenly, she clutched her chest, spitting out two mouthfuls of black blood, her body shaking violently. Gu Mistress's complexion changed dramatically as she shouted, "Oh, no!" "What's wrong?" "The death of Redwood has disrupted the protective array controlling the polluted blood, and now the pollution of the blood dragon is accelerating." "How do you know?" Kiran asked urgently. "I once tried to bond with the blood dragon by dripping my blood on it. I was not unsuccessful, but I could feel the power of the blood dragon and get its help at critical moments. Now, it is sending me a distress signal."

I muttered. As the news spread throughout the dragon clan, whispers and murmurs filled the air. Some were in awe of Drogo's unexpected allegiance to Freya, while others expressed doubt and skepticism. Questions swirled in my mind, and I knew I needed to confront Drogo and seek answers. She was the only one who could give me a comforting answer filled with nothing but the Truth. Dragons aren't just flying beings, they are magical creatures who foresee the future and they never lie. They would always stand on the truth.

Brown eyes widened in shock at what she saw. "It's real," she breathed. There stood an enormous dragon, black scales shining in the dim lighting. It turned its head in her direction, crimson eyes sparkling like rubies. Smoke billowed from its nostrils as its quiet growl vibrated in Sophia's chest. The dragon attempted to move towards her, but the rattle of thick chains sounded and stopped the large creature's movements. Sophia took a step back, still in awe at the sight of the majestic mythical creature. The dragon existed; Sophia was dumbfounded. The beast stared at her; sharp teeth bared in her direction. This monster’s ability to put her in danger loomed in the back of her mind, but Sophi

Clenching it tight to the point I felt the blood from my hands. The doctor says nothing. He nods to his goons who push past and come over to me. I pull the sharp shard out and point it to them. “I’m not as stupid as I was.” I giggle. “I will slice your throats and drink your blood!” I growl. “Killian they’re helping you!” my Mum shouts. I look over to her and smile. “Help? They were suppressing the real me not helping!” I shout. While I am distracted; the goons disarm me and throw me to the floor. I scream and scream to the point I cough blood. Again... needle in the neck.

A torrent of steaming hot blood. With all the strength I could muster, I tossed my head aside, alleviating the weight from my brow. A dark hole glistened in the dragon’s throat. The blood streaming down my face sizzled, staining my fur. The pain was enough to bring tears to my eyes, but I didn’t care. The dragon had impaled itself on the only physical aspect I had inherited from my mother—my spiraling, opalescent unicorn horn, now glistening a violent red.