Court Of Dragons Novels & Stories

"Please." With another grumble, he begins the story. "Drakon, the king of dragons, fell in love with the daughter of a Goddess. He courted her knowing she was his true mate. When he finally consummated their union, he discovered she had given her virginity to another. He was mated to a woman who would never transcend. In his great rage, he killed her." We both remain quiet until he speaks again a few minutes later. "A dragon's rage is incomparable to anything you've ever seen. Mine is worse. You cannot want to be around me if I'm ever in that condition."

I nodded, now understanding why he was looking at her so intently just the day before. “She’s in safe hands. Return with honor.” Orion slapped my back, having me look at him wide-eyed. Did he just slap me? “Ready?” Odessa looked longingly at me once more as the three of us let our smoke engulf us. Black for me, navy for Nicholas, and light green for Amora. Our dragons reared their heads back, roaring loudly a battle cry that could be heard for miles. If Adam was lucky, maybe he could prepare himself.

I want to run, but I’m too afraid. “I assure you, Tru. I am not doing this in gest. I don’t know why humans forgot about the night’s children and us. I’m going to find the answers, but I need someone to help me.” The fight is over in minutes. Bodies litter the ground. Some burnt from fire and others torn apart by teeth and talons. Six dragons lay on the ground. It’s clear they didn’t make it. I watch as a red dragon makes its way to the fallen ones. It lets out a roar, and the other dragons follow. Some lift the deceased dragons, while some begin to gather wood, and the others start burning what’s left on the field.

As for the warriors, tournaments were regularly organized and a national ranking of the ten best warriors was updated throughout the year bringing glory to the families, clans and academies that had trained them. Spartia was about 10 times bigger than Astoria and this world was divided by an impassable barrier. 2/3 of this world was reserved for humans who lived in harmony with the clans of legendary beasts which were represented by dragons, phoenixes, white tigers, black turtles and snakes, and the remaining 1/3 which was totally isolated behind this impassable barrier belonged to the demons and this part of the world was called Hellfire by the demons who lived there. There were no mages am

A distinct aura spread across the room, bringing every living being in the hall to their knees and baring their necks. And only one person had such power to exert dominance over others. The very one the judgment was being carried out on his behalf. “Dracolian,” Edrand stuttered out, barely breathing. Draco swept his gaze all over them, growling as he marched into the courtroom. He reached the males toppling Isolde. One by one, he grabbed them by their shirts and flung them across the room. Bones rattled and cracked as the males fell. Their cries resounded in the room, but the lord didn’t care. He kept throwing them across the pillars until it was just Isolde’s mangled body that lay on the gr

Its breath set coals blaze and flames dart from the mouth. Dragons have different sizes and shades. Perun created red dragons, white dragons( also known as ice dragons or glacial wyrms), gold and copper dragons, silver, black and green. All of them have their tasks to protect mother nature but who ruled the best? No other than the Red Dragons lead by their Queen Astra. ~~~~~~~~ "Who among you here have a strange malady? Gather all the weak and old dragons in front of me!" Everyone peeks glances at each other when their queen made a command.

I continued, "the palace shook with screams, and I stood with you against the dark. Today, I stand because of you. Every name carved into the stone of memory, every hand that fought, and every heart that dared to hope, I carry them here." I pressed a palm to the coronet resting on my head. The metal was cool, but it throbbed with the weight of countless oaths before mine. The silence held, taut as a drawn bow. "From this day," I continued, letting my voice deepen with certainty, "the Khragnir's Court is not merely lycan, nor wolf, nor bloodline. It is home for every kind that honors peace. Vampires, faes, sirens, were-creatures, dragons, griffins, stags, djinns, witches, sprites, and many mo

Yet the porcelain cup in her hands rattled faintly on its saucer, betraying the tight, calculated fury beneath her holy facade. She'd expected the human to be dead or broken by now, not guarded by a king willing to execute highborn lords. Across the table sat the Dragon court. They were the smallest faction, numbering fewer than twenty members… all males, all descended from one man’s bloodline through generations of sons, grandsons, and great-grandsons, but they commanded a massive expanse of the room. They didn't whisper or complain, choosing instead to watch the scene with narrowed eyes. At the center of this small faction sat a man who appeared no more than thirty-two despite his millenni

Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios. The Weredragons, too, drew him into their fiery domain. Born of the same sun deity, their essence was forged in the crucible of intense ether, granting them the awe-inspiring ability to spew forth torrents of fire. Leading this formidable clan is the figure known as the Dragon king who presides over their fiery realm.

New changes needed to be made and maybe this could one of them. Drake knew this new change, mixing the wolves and dragons, was dangerous. They both knew, but to live apart? It was too much. The new pack house would house both dragons and wolves with their bedroom on the upper floor. They would have to be careful of conflicts later on. Dragons and wolves had rival tempers.