Court Of Dragons Novels & Stories

The king’s arrival—unexpected in method though not in timing—was foreseen in the runes of state. At ten paces above the platform, a flash erupted—gold and white, so bright it painted everything in silhouettes. When the light dissolved, the dragon was gone. In its place stood Drakonios himself, tall as a mountain’s thought, black cloak snapping around boots that struck the stone with quiet finality. Shoulders squared, jaw set, eyes molten gold, he viewed his court with the detachment of an immortal surveying fragile hours.

“How many are left?” “Fewer than once were,” Thalen said. “But not few enough to be ignored.” She lifted one hand and trailed her fingers across the pond’s surface. “The dragons rise - Ekreth is not the only one who has woken from slumber. The deep serpents stir beneath the salt. The Cinder Court of the Ashborn is watching. The Hollow Witch Broods whisper in the ruins.” She paused. “And the Blood Courts hunger.” Lyra listened, her skin tightening at the weight of it. Creatures she had only heard of in whispered nightmares. “All watching me.”

he asked, and I looked at Wyatt and Fermin. "What?" I mumbled, "It is kind of recent, but in the northern part, the rulers are the Pendragon and the Southern are the Dragnoirs... but in reality, the Pendragon princess is mated to the Dragnoir king," he explained the little political change that no one in our realm took notice but here was a fucking big deal. "I have no fucking idea..." I sighed, and he chuckled. "Don't worry... a Lycan among dragons is not hard to hide... if she is here, we will find her," he said, and I took a deep breath.

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

Citizens gaped at the huge Minotaur moving rapidly alongside the mounted Knights, uttering gasps and words of astonishment at seeing a creature from the past among them. As they approached the Palace doors, Andric heard the distinctive sound of the Dragon wings growing near. Cyros escorted them directly to the Throne Room, where King Emerik and Queen Adalyn were seated on their respective thrones. The Guardians made their entrance as Andric and Dhume stepped forward. Andric knelt, but the Minotaur remained standing, gazing in wonder at the Dragons.

Cyran moved me to stand behind him, just as he once had the first time we met, and a group of Dragons had been after me. A few yards away the man that had tried to grab me, was struggling to get on his feet. When he looked up, I didn’t know who he was or why he had tried to take me. I wasn’t given a chance to think about it any longer, because Cyran rushed toward him again, as if he were going to kill him. “He is human!” I yelled, hoping that I was fast enough. Cyran came to an abrupt stop just a foot away from the man. If I knew anything about Dragons, they were forbidden from killing humans. Even as King, Cyran wouldn’t be able to kill him without suffering massive consequences.

Like for example the scroll, an objective only` heard about but on the Lord Dragons possess. Kade has been to sanctuary, the land of dragons. Dragons never interact with outsiders but at a rare chance they might be mates, it is said they are possessive and be borderline caveman. On the arch gate in bold letters creatively framed along with burnt tips reads dragon clan sanctuary.

Cyryl is rising to mate. **This story will continue in The Dragon Rider: Book Two of The Dragon Thief Trilogy.

He has witnessed a lot of magnificent, strange and frightening things throughout his life but never did he hear someone talk about Dragons in such a casual way. "Apparently, the Queen Regent's right hand, Felix D'Airel is a half. My father once fought alongside him." "R-Really!? I'm surely lucky he's not around at the moment," Tristan mumbled the last sentence. "What is it?" unable to hear what he just said, Alwyn asked. "N-nothing." *** The night has reached its deepest peak and no other source of light have its radiance touch any surface at the huge courtroom. Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows