Compiler Book Dragon 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.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

It’s a flaming bird. A phoenix. **I hope you’ve enjoyed Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon. This story will continue in Rise of the Phoenix, Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series.

I’ve been working on the anti-venom for the paralytic, which I am ready to begin testing and then I’ve been pouring over the manuscripts that Yhendorn gave me. I realized right away why he wouldn’t want anyone else getting ahold of these. It has everything from dragon anatomy, to ways to claim a dragon, to ways to kill a dragon. My stomach turned more than once with the reminder of the cruelty of humans. However, it’s not just humans that are cruel. The elves and other shifters have also been cruel to the dragons. The desire for power makes people do terrible things. Every night, when I wrap myself around my dragon, I’m impressed all over again by her ability to love unconditionally, so whol

The dragon wasn't harming the new student and she was standing in front of it. " Do I know you?" Minerva asked. The sudden appearance of a dragon because of her was something she couldn't fathom. Taking few steps towards it, the dragon went on its knees, making itself comfortable as Minerva rubbed its rough skin like stones. The dragon sniffed her and used it's nose to push her a little and Minerva giggled. She hadn't seen a dragon once in her entire life but this one was fascinating. It's height and size alone covered a large part of the field.

If my handjob sucked, then I had to make it better, learn the best way to treat a cock, and whip him up with something he’ll never forget. “Noah”—his moans played in my head as I searched the shelf for something helpful. [The Faith of the Dragon Lair] [How to kill a dragon] [The Art of Fireflies] [An Omega’s Journal] My finger paused at the last book, “An Omega’s Journal.” It sounded intriguing and also felt like it was written from experience. I pulled the book out of the shelf, dusting it off and removing the particles in search of the author’s name. No name, no copyright claims… Who would leave something this private in a library?

“You will learn.” My stomach sank. Was this really what I had to do to become a Dragon Rider? Endure this pompous lecture about a bunch of overgrown lizards? “We begin with the First Age of Scales,” Ramsey announced, opening the book and running a long, bony finger down a faded page. “The dragons—the true, original, majestic dragons—were not the brutes you see now. They were the architects of the elemental world. Take the Great Wyrm, Typhon…”

Kenji circled, slow predator, jet hair slicked, ruthless, dragon tattoo peeking, collar-open gi, porcelain skin sheened with faint exertion. "Breathe into the draw," he murmured, gravel-velvet low, positioning behind—chest brushing my back, heat-jarring, scarred jaw grazing asymmetrical bob. His hands overlaid mine on the hilt, porcelain fingers guiding steel whisper-pull, bodies aligning forms intimate. "Speed is surrender. Precision claims." Bokken flashed arc perfect, my strike slicing air hiss, mahogany arm extending unyielding. He pressed closer fraction, hips nestling mine deliberately, breath hot lobe. "Again."

“No need to be so scared. It’s just a dragon, you’ll have plenty more. Though I guess there’s something special about your first.” She clenched her jaw. Insufferable. Maybe in another world, she might have found him entertaining and amusing enough to befriend him, but knowing that he was a rampant breaker of dragons and saw nothing wrong in glorying in their plight made her want to turn around and smash her fist in his face. It hadn’t been so bad when they first started, but every time she had to listen to his proud sermons about breeding dragons and finding the perfect egg, the one to lord over all others, she had to stop herself from wrapping her hands around his throat and throttling the

Alicia decided she had to see if he was still conscious before determining if she could help him or not. One quiet step at a time, Alicia came upon the dragon. He was blue, purple, and green and his skin shone in the sunlight like oil. Being a girl who knew no fear, she carefully reached a hand out to touch him. After all, it was not every day that you got to touch a dragon, she thought. He didn’t open his eyes when she gently touched the side of his face. That gave her courage to examine him. Alicia had hopes to be a Doctor of Animals, but she knew that was just a dream. No one would take a woman seriously.