Constello Dragon Adventures Novels & Stories

When Carlos said this, he had his eyebrows furrowed. "The Dragon Continent is out as well. Our race doesn't do well in marshlands. So that leaves us the Beast Continent and the Insect Continent." When Jane said this, she tilted her head to the side in thought. Both sat before the laptop screen for a few moments before Carlos spoke up, "I'll take the Insect Continent. The items I can get over there will be worth quite a bit on the other continents."

he muttered. Mason and Dale chuckled, but Drake was distracted. He was looking at the picture of the Dragon Relic, which was hung in the hallway. Dillon noticed what caught Drake's attention. "It's the picture of the Dragon Relic. My forefathers gathered that picture to take it away from the dragons. And every one of us knows how it ended" Dillon said. The Dragon Relic is something that looks like a huge glowing ball attached to an iron holder, which has one side look like an open palm, inside which is the ball placed.

The chains rattled as they quickly shot toward Desmond! Desmond scoffed, "Brat, don't think you can stand up to me just because you have a little bit of skill!" The roar of a dragon could be heard from behind Desmond's back, "Dragon Conqueror!" His hands started to form golden seals that quickly fused into nine dragons that danced in the air!

“Yes, I suppose.” “You passed,” Leo said with full confidence. “That test. I have one more,” Nova said. “Whatever it is, I will win,” I said. She looked me right in the eye and said, “Daddies need to be able to defend their princesses from dragons.” I blinked. Where in the hells was I supposed to get a mythical creature to fight? “A… dragon?” She nodded. “It’s in all the stories.” “That’s true,” Leo said in agreement. “She’s right, Dad.”

"There is only one way to find out. Let's go!" Dragon Island's map

Halfway across the space, his form shimmered and collapsed inward, wings vanishing as he tumbled into her lap as a giggling baby instead of a dragon. “Connor!” Brie laughed, catching him easily. “You are going to give me a heart attack one of these days.” Connor only grinned, completely unrepentant, then wiggled free and scrambled back toward Max. Two steps in, he shifted again, bones stretching, scales rippling until a tiny dragon bounded the rest of the way and leapt at Max’s chest. Max caught him smoothly, unfazed. “That was cheating,” he said mildly. “You shifted mid-flight.” Connor chirped proudly and fluttered his wings.

It grabbed the dragon, which thrashed about and roared. It had trained for thousands of years! It could have won against a human Earthly Celestial! Even they knew to respect it. The last time Saint Conculium had come, the dragon had exhaled some of its mystique energy just so he could fuck off and leave it alone. It had never been caught like a toy to be made a pet! It roared, and the water began to boil. Water-type mystique energy rose as tidal waves as the dragon controlled it. They became water dragons sprouting out of the lake and toward Logan as the dragon itself struggled out of Logan's hold.

This is something else I know nothing about and it would all be much easier if I had a way to get answers. I continue flying and notice two large shapes looming in the distance. They're dragons. As I draw closer, I see the larger one is red and the smaller blue. I believe the red dragon is the young one who came with his parents two weeks ago and wanted to know what made me so special. Perfect. They turn their attention my way and follow me as I head for a large field below me to land.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

Her lips curve into a smile, eyes bright. It is Alfred, next, whose shoulders sag with relief so intense one might taste it. They are roars, he realizes, as the sounds draw closer. “What is that noise,” Duchess Clair asks sharply in the frozen room. Darla stands, as does Alfred. “It is your daughter, Duchess,” she laughs. “Lady Alcina, the dragonlord. Stormbringer.” * * * * * * * * * * The dragons land with twin roars, making the ground beneath them shake with the weight of their descent.