Book About Dragon Riders Novels & Stories

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

I say. “I had no idea,” Flavius responds. “Alira plays a major part in dragon culture. Anyways back to the story, I was going to tell,” I laugh at myself for getting distracted. He nods, urging me to continue. "Thousands of years ago, before dragons or humans walked the Earth, there was a goddess, Alira. Alira was the goddess of war, fire, and wrath. Though she was powerful, she was also lonely and jealous; many of the other gods had created their own races to live on earth, such as the fae and the elves. Alira wanted the creation of her own. Thus, she made dragons. She was very proud of her creation, as the dragons were everything that the other races were and more; they were beautiful, str

"And what makes the Royals different from other fire weavers and Embers that they can ride dragons?" He chuckled. "Did you seriously ask that? They have dragon fire in their blood. They're descendants of Thorian, the man who first discovered the dragons and learned their ways. History says they shared a profound bond, though I don't believe he mated with a dragon." I grimaced. "No, Jagger. Bonds can be formed in other ways." "Oh." I laughed heartily. He really was an idiot, but an endearing one. Jagger leaned back, staring at the ceiling. "Dragons are fiercely loyal and choose their riders carefully. It's a bond that goes beyond status or birthright. Royals have the best chance because they’

*Will* I open the book, revealing the vibrant illustrations of dragons dancing through the skies. “This one is about a dragon named Ember who learns to overcome her fears.” I begin to read, my voice low and soothing, aiming to pull both Frida and Kiera into the enchanting world of the story. “Once upon a time, in a distant land, there was a dragon named Ember. Unlike the other dragons, who soared through the clouds with confidence, Ember was afraid to fly.” I glance at Kiera, who leans in slightly, her eyes reflecting interest.

"Either way, we can't outrun them. Dragons are faster than anything on the ground, and we don't have our horses." Lirael cursed under her breath. "So we fight?" "Against thirty Drakari? We'd be dead before we drew our weapons." The riders appeared over the ridge before anyone could suggest another option. They weren't what I expected. In the stories, dragons were massive beasts with scales and wings, breathing fire and destroying cities. But these were people, or at least they looked like people. Tall and lean, with sharp features and skin that seemed to shimmer faintly in the dying light. Their armor was unlike anything I had seen before, dark metal that moved with their bodies like it was

“You’re mine, even if you aren’t old enough for me to claim, my beautiful fire dragon.” My scales ripple in pleasure at him claiming me and his grin widens. I huff and turn away. “Why do the dragon riders agree?” I ask, curious. “Most likely because they want to keep tabs on Laiken and make sure he’s okay. But in truth, you and I both know that a dragon rider, even a non-royal rider, is stronger than any royal. You dragons have so much raw power. Claiming you and having access to that power makes the rider immeasurably stronger. Which, of course, is why we’re in this dilemma with the elves.”

It was about dragons, the magical creatures who could breathe fire. She told me that once upon a time, riders existed, and they would bond with these dragons and become one. A dragon was strongest with his rider around. Both of them completed each other. Ten minutes later. Their laboured breaths told me that they were fast asleep. I couldn't sleep the entire night. My eyes focused on the blank ceiling until morning came. I gasped when a soft knock sounded on the door. Tears fell from my eyes. They had a mind of their own. I didn't want to cry, but the way my chest tightened told me my body didn't give two shits about what my mind wanted.

they aren’t mates they really didn’t care because again imprinting hasn’t happened in centuries. Every Dragon has dragon rider a dragon protector we are trained from birth to protect their secrets and their amulet that controls the beast within them in case the Dragon becomes more dragon then man. While also protect them from people who knows their weakness that could killed the dragon within the man. Dragons were hunted by demigods who sort the power of the god who created them. Which is rumor to be the Strongest among all the gods. I was supposed to be a dragon rider, but I gave up that destiny to create my own and now my baby brother is missing. He was the only sibling that treated me wi

she said, and I started to write down my observations. She told me about Dragons. How she feels there is a divide in their world, and it might affect ours because most of our leaders were lizard people and dragons. She also said she had been seeing them and what baffled me the most was that she was seeing exactly what I was seeing. Everything slowly began to make sense.

She responded without moving, and in the same mood as mine. I do not know what she meant by those words of hers; was it that his father did not actually read it, or was it the fact that these poetic lyrics of freedom and history inscribed in this book is ought to mislead people? I wondered as certain words from the book overlapped in my mind; dragons, enemy, slay, love, harmony, and peace. I read it myself, and I can’t even keep my stomach from turning from the detail that it never mentioned dragons being the first rulers of this world. And they knew us as some hollow and untamed creatures that wreck people’s houses and destroy their rich lands.