Chosen In Dragonfire Novels & Stories

Every single one showed dragons with humans beside them, not fighting them, but standing with them. I slowed down a little. “Those are riders, right?” Valdanus glanced at the wall. “Yes.” Estevan smiled slightly. “In Scorish, dragons are not just creatures. They are part of who we are,” “You mean… everyone has one?” I asked. Estevan shook his head. “No, not everyone.” Valdanus continued walking as he spoke. “Only a few are chosen.” “Chosen?” I repeated. “Dragons do not accept just anyone,” he said. “They choose the riders, not the other way around.”

Slowly he bought the chosen one to the ground, watching as wickedly sharp talons sank themselves into the earth before he spoke again. " You spill each other's blood as if it were a game! Using your warriors like pawns on a chessboard, but NO MORE! I have chosen my Champion to represent the Desdaya dragons, and my sister Selene has chosen her wolf to represent The Midnight pack. There will be no other bloodshed here! The winner will have an unrefutable claim over the mateship bond upon the death of the other. Selene, will you perform the necessary binding for your child?"

asked Astrid curiously. “I didn't choose you because of that, Astrid. You chose me, chose us, chose Draco. You were the one who saved and sided with Draco sincerely. Of course, Dragon's blessing helped you stay alive, but the main reason you were chosen was that you loved Draco," replied The Heart of Magic. "But back then, I don't even remember meeting Draco!" Astrid argued.

"What? If it is not important, you better shut your fucking mouth, Malik!" The dragon from the fire element—Malik Khan—was walking in a hurry to approach him right after he closed the dimensional portal magic. He appointed the dragon man after he accidentally killed his favourite and the most loyal dragon-warlock with both of his hands--Askarovich Winterwood--when he was planning to kill Nicholas Southampton for the reason that they did not give him more benefit if he still kept them to stay beside him. Askarovich Winterwood was the best dragon-warlock he ever had in his life. He did not ever need to ask for Askarovich's loyalty towards him on the grounds that Askarovich would always do ever

Vis explained and leaned back. "We had no name for it, but the explanation is consistent with what we know. Bahadir sealed Rafabik into his own body. He was the container that held the huge dragon. We assumed that after the death, the dragon died with the vessel. We were wrong. A generation later, a young woman showed up out of nowhere. An Auon with the ability to produce white flames. After she died, another came and then another one. We have not been able to determine how the next vessel is selected, but each person has been an Auon, and they are drawn to the Dragonstone in Haara," said Saefir. "Dragonstone? You have a Dragonstone," Sidastir exclaimed in surprise.

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

The girl has to wake up first to explain to me what I need to know. “I have no idea. I think Drogo chose her” I said to Adam. Then to the rest of the people watching, I announced loudly to whoever cared to listen. “My Dragon has chosen! She is my chosen one. Prepare a warm bath”

“I’m sure I’ll know soon, but I want to know about this. This is–no one else but you knows the truth. These were my people, in a way. There aren’t Firestone men. There are men with Firestone mothers, sure, but that means you and my brother, my uncle, and even my great-grandfather are the only ones left. An explanation would mean a lot to me. Also, I was so sure you hatched from an egg.” He tries to bite back a smile. “Were you really?” “Of course.” I cross my arms under my chest. Fraser shakes his head. “Fine, but this is the only time I’m ever going to talk about it.” I shrug. “Fine.” “Fine,” he echoes, and he grunts in surrender. “Generally, a witch, or a few, would come to the palace. Any

Damien was still a big overgrown baby so I am not exactly shocked that he would actually want a dragon to be on the streets burning up people just so he could say he once slayed a dragon…it is just typical of him. "I think I will have to disagree with both of you. That being said, how about a little wager on what the creature is. I pick witch. It just makes more sense for it to be a fire witch ,they are rare but at least they exist unlike Damien's dragon . Winner gets to pick how and who kills it," I said my peace and we all agreed on the wager and walked off into the forest ready for war.The bets were off…we have magic book , dragon and fire witch. This is about to be a lot of fun especiall

“I’ve felt her soul burning since the day she was born. She is the final spark—our last true shield. But she is unstable. The Guardian’s power inside her is awake, but not aligned. She needs support. Balance.” “Tora,” Dravion said, his deep voice echoing like thunder through stone. “She’s already stepping into power and has proven herself in war and diplomacy. She is my daughter...but also my regret. She chose the wolves over the old ways. And that is precisely why she must stand with them. The Dragon Chosen.” Selene inclined her head. “Three stand ready, then. Wolves, Phoenixes, Dragons.”