Court Of Dragons Novels & Stories

All of the dragons growled in unison, it was very loud, and the very foundations of the earth shook. As Raisel stared at them, something struck her, how very different she was from Dragomir. Their lives were like two parallel lines. He was a dragon, and not only that he was king of the dragons which means he had responsibilities that had to be fulfilled. He had the stone too which means the dragons were powerful. She was only a human girl now, their adventure had come to an abrupt end. She had to go back to Avalon, to her life there.

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.

He gave him his word he would make sure there king and queen would reunite. “It was so easy. He didn’t even second guess what a stranger was talking about. I mean come on dragons have been keeping there secret for years from them.” Charles chuckled. “All we had to say was the golden dragon was spotted and he was up and gone.” “For a mate he is pathetic.” Narleen smiled. Drezic was on his feet and charging them. His pain long forgotten as the pain in his heart fueled him. However he was no match for Charles as he was once again pinned to the ground.

She glided lightly over the ground, her magic both elegant and devastating. On the far flank, Oscar, the second son of the King of Dreadmoor — a mountain of a man — slammed his fists into the ground. The earth split beneath the Dark Knights’ feet, jagged pillars of stone erupting to trap and crush. His dark armour gleamed, his black eyes blazing with controlled rage “Try getting through this, you bastards!” he growled.

"Long ago, Dragon existed... But how did they come into existence. There was a war, between two king's... The war was never ending, both sides were equally strong and had great Warriors. In a bid to end the war, one of the king's... King Gerald decided to seek help from a sorcerer. The sorcerer casted a spell on the warriors of the kingdom and that spell turned them into dragons by day and men by night. With the help of the spell, the war came to an end with king Gerald winning of course. The dragon's flew back home, happy to meet with their wives and kids.... eager for the spell to be broken, but a grave news awaited them. The sorcerer had died leaving no clue as to how the spell could be b

An old man, clad in tattered robes, stepping forward with slow, measured steps. He stopped a few paces away, his gaze settling on Elior. “I know you,” the man rasped. “You are the one who shattered the Throne.” The man’s name was Orris, one of the last survivors of Dawnfire. He had seen the sky break, had felt the change ripple through the land. “The First King built the Throne for a reason,” he said. “It was never just a seat of power. It was a cage.” A chill ran through Elior.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

shouted Leonard with eyes brimming with hatred. "I was not involved in that incident!" Draco exclaimed. “But the dragons are involved! They cut off my mother's head and ripped out her heart! I saw it myself. So I vowed to do the same to the dragons. To you, Dragon Prince! You are the Dragon Prince with a golden heart, the most special dragon among all dragons. You are the most appropriate target to pay for all the dragon's sins in the past! And, humans, elves, dwarves? They are just demon-beast food!” said Leonard while laughing like a madman.

"...Are you kidding me? We have dragons now? Since when do we fight dragons?" Selena’s face turned completely pale, her broadsword slipping an inch in her grip. "No... that is the *Nidhöggr*. The ancient guardian of the western rifts. The High Regent told the military it died a century ago." Nyx smiled beautifully, drifting backward until she landed gracefully on the dragon's snout, patting its thick obsidian scales affectionately. "The High Moon Court keeps many dark secrets from its little soldiers, Captain. And this particular secret happens to thoroughly enjoy the taste of royal Moonborn blood."

“We’ve received a warm welcome from three courts so far—the Frost Court, the Celestial Court, and the Ember Court.” The three most powerful ones after Twilight. That alone gave weight to our cause. “However,” he continued, voice darkening, “we received a rejection from the Verdant Court.” Of course. Malchor sighed, pushing back in his chair. “They’ve always been a prideful bunch. Loyal to Kyante’s father to the end. Even now, that court still clings to the old dynasty.” “And if they still revere her bloodline,” Seraphim added, “they’ll never fight against her. Even if it kills them.”