Book About Dragon Riders Novels & Stories

She also ignored the inquisitive eyes of the other passengers as they looked at them suggestively. Everything was going well until the skies darkened. Thinking it was a desert storm, the stork rider asked the passengers to prepare for it and a possible delay. She thought it was a storm until she heard a loud roar and saw a massive creature on their heels. It was something worse than a storm. They were being chased by a dragon.

Wind buffeted them, and Rurik stared across the Moscow skyline, searching for the building Charlotte was being held in. The hunters stumbled back as the massive flat roof suddenly got crowded. Three great dragons landed just yards away from them. They ranged in color from blue, to white, to green, their clawed feet scraping against the concrete. "Holy shit," Meg gasped. Rurik laughed. "The blue dragon is Grigori, the green dragon is Mikhail, and the white dragon is Piper, Mikhail's wife. Tie your gear to their legs. Anything you can't hold on to during flight." He glanced at Meg, who stared in awe at the snow-white dragon that was Piper. She reached up to touch her, and Piper bumped her hand

"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?"

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 nod, “Thank you.” They walked away, and the same poacher that called me a tree hugger earlier approached me, “Okay, now I understand why you are the way you are. I also do not want to be committing murder. I really wanted to get me a wolf pelt.” I said, “Tell you what... What if you give me your name and number, and when a natural wolf dies of natural causes, we will give the pelt to you. There will only be one though. We will not do it more than once.” He nodded, “That’s fair. I appreciate it.” He gave me his name and number, and I smiled, “We will let you know when we have one for you.” Then I made an announcement, “To anyone interested, Dragon rides are available now.”

“Only mates may ride on a dragon’s back. It’s considered demeaning, letting anyone else ride.” “Oh,” I nudged him. “So you thought I was your mate so long ago?” If Creed was in his skin, his face would be red, I know it. “You were always mine,” he muttered. Dragons took to the sky, followed by the fae warriors. We weren’t far behind, flapping our enormous wings with feathers floating in the wind. As much as I wanted to beat Creed on this flight, he, as well as many others, proved that still wasn’t a great flyer.

“…they have far more power. Despite their limited number.” Danny met my gaze and tiled his head at me. “Do you know the story of Robin Hood?” I furrowed my brow in puzzlement. “Er…yeah?” “Well, the wolves act like Robin Hood. The dragons are like the sheriff of Nottingham. The wolves take from the rich, the dragons, and give to the poor. That’s why my work isn’t always legal.” I inhaled. “Okay. I think I understand. Are you saying the dragons are the bad guys?”

"I want you to tell me the story of the dragons again. I know it's a legend now, but I like to call it a story." I see her smiling. "It has been years since you asked me for it," she states. "I thought I grew up enough for stories." "And now what has changed?" "I have started to forget it, and I want to refresh it in my memory again. There is a point that I have entirely forgotten, and I want to recover it ". "Fine then. Here it comes. Many years ago, dragons discovered the supreme good that the Earth could offer to any of its creatures. A red gem, which the king of dragons named "The Heart of Magic" because of its shape, resembled a heart.

she said that but she didn't want to admit her inability to resist reading the book. It...called to her. She sat on the steps, sword now placed across her knees, as she opened the book. The words spilled into her mind like sunflower seeds. Valia Rostrag. A dragon who was incomplete. Hair black as night, kissed with streaks of impossible green, eyes like oceans that could drown a kingdom.