Coiling Dragon Path Novels & Stories

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

The conversations unfolded within Caelia’s mind, spoken through the invisible bonds tethering them together. Since discovering her pregnancy, Rhyzar had barely left her side, his presence an unyielding force. Their return home had seen the restructuring of their living space—an expansion of the vast cavern beyond their bedroom’s balcony. The waterfall still cascaded from the glassy ceiling, but now a titan-sized white dragon could be found there, curled like an ancient guardian, lifting its massive head to greet Caelia whenever she stepped outside.

Its facets catch and refract light, creating an ever-changing play of colors that evoke a sense of desire. As my fingers delicately encircled the exquisite necklace, a subtle energy seemed to awaken at the touch. The moment my skin made contact with the vibrant blue pendant, an enchanting sensation rippled through my hand, carrying with it a whisper of magic. The necklace responded to the connection as if recognizing a kindred spirit. A soft glow emanated from it, casting a warm aura that mirrored the ethereal beauty of the gemstone. The magical energy coursed through my hand, a gentle yet invigorating flow that transcended the physical realm. As the enchantment traveled through my body, a s

Within minutes the circle forms around the fire pit carved into the stone floor of the cavern. Fifteen dragons remain loyal enough to follow me openly. Others linger in shadows—uncertain, watching which way the wind of power will shift. Pathetic. I address the group without raising my voice. “You felt the seam.” Nods ripple through the circle. “What does it mean?” one asks. “It means the girl has begun to understand her purpose.” “And the king?” “Has begun to rely on her.” A younger dragon frowns. “Is that not good? If the bridge stabilizes—”

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

Every step I took was heavy, thinking of the person we left inside. However, just like what Oliver told us, we need to find ‘that’ place first. He’s the Dragon King, coming from the family of the most powerful fire dragons. He will be alright. Thinking that to myself, I led the others outside. Unlike when we left earlier followed by many pairs of eyes, when we exited the innermost, it seems like nothing had happened. The people continued what they were doing and didn’t even spare us any glance. What is this? So suspicious.

Xavier shouted and the knights moved quickly and used a harpoon with chains to seal the dragon on the ground and to immobilize it. The dragon looked like a chain mummy. Xander, Sussie, and I didn't waste any time and used earth magic to get us to a higher ground. We started creating magma balls, they're the compressed fire magic I created when we first fought the dragon, just a little bigger and upgraded. I named it, if it's cringey, I don't care. It's hard to think of cool names. We aimed for the dragon's throat. Why the throat? Why not it's heart? The fire breathing happens on it's throat. Its heart is covered with thick steel like scales while the throat not so much and I would very much

Until then, all Dom had to do was keep this set of werewolves and witches from coming to Freddie's team and causing trouble. Since the witches knew their magic was useless against the dragons, they had prepared potions that could do their bidding. SHS wasn't as commonly thrown as it could hit one of their own. During his combat with two wolves in the suffocating tunnel, Dom got picked up by the arm and thrown against the edge of the Y-fork of the tunnel. Instead of getting hit and falling, he ended up crossing the hidden path that led to a third tunnel. His attackers were getting busy with the rest of his team.

Maxime smiled faintly and said, “Don’t worry, this is a chance! It’s not a disaster.” “A chance?” Everyone’s hearts skipped a beat when they heard the answer. “That’s right! Helsby Mountain is the beginning of all Celestial Empire mountains and the birthplace of Dragon’s terrain,” Maxime explained. “This Dragon’s terrain is hidden behind the Devil’s Eye.”