Court Of Dragons Novels & Stories

That is, until Lochness made a threat that could never be reversed. During a court meeting, Lochness stood in front of all the dragons of the royal court and made a declaration of war. If all dragons were not treated equally, then Lochness threatened to turn to the other races for help. King Sindre could not stand this blatant disrespect and dismissed Lochness from court.

I know on a subconscious level that there are more types of dragons in the world than Earth, Air, Water, Fire, Sun, and Star, but knowing is not the same as seeing. Even the Queen’s court is surprisingly diverse. Seated amongst her handmaidens are at least two Kraken, a sand dragon, and an exceptionally rare phoenix sun dragon--most like selected to show she has moved past the Luxandra’s dark past of capturing and enslaving Royal Sun Dragons. There are also other noble creatures beyond anything I have ever seen.

I'm not going to die until I see May again. His eyes went up at the clouds, a lump of despise forming up his throat at the one truth all dragons hated. The court room was in the sky, it was always at their reach and yet so far away. The only one who had the access to go in and out of the courtroom was Heralis. It was a privilege granted to the most powerful dragon, and damn their lives it ended up being Heralis. Unless granted her permission, no one else could go in or out. And knowing how much power that held against the dragons, she turned the court room into her hideout where she would come out to wreck lives and then go back in without a fear of being attacked.

Perhaps it is the accumulation of his karma of the past. For Kurai on the other hand, his is more tragic. As he keeps reading, he looks strained. Kurai's first life as the first Red Dragon or rather his original epithet the Southern Sea King, is a tyrant. He goes on rampages, kills and ravages villages and lands and is the most destructive of the four Dragons. Cai Kang's past life did not have any hubris and continues to be benevolent while the other three have crimes of their own. His is the worst though.

That made Dom come to an abrupt halt and then Gideon turned on another well-planned channel where a group of journalists was having a heated discussion and one of the humans was saying, "I have been telling you this since that monster emerged out of nowhere a fortnight ago. And I will keep saying this until everyone believes me. This is the action of a DRAGON! We've seen dragons and what else has the power to light up such ferocious fire than the dragon's breath? Those beasts have been living amongst us forever and now they are making their move. They have started to attack, This Is WAR!"

Then a figure steps forward. He wears white armor traced in emerald and bone. His skin is dusted in gold, eyes hard as jade. The tattoo on his chest - a dragon wrapped in flame, burns bright. The Guardian of the Court. He bows. “The court has called you back, Princess,” he says, voice like thunder in still air. “The dragon must rise.” My heart stutters. I nod slowly, spine straightening. “Then tell them I’m coming.” The wind gusts once and in it, I hear Lucien’s name again. Always him. Always.

Kaelith Dragons do not like uncertainty. We are creatures built for clarity. Fire burns. Enemies fall. Alliances are either forged or shattered. But the seam between realms has begun doing something none of us expected. It has begun behaving. And that, strangely enough, makes the dragons of Emberhold far more nervous than if it had simply torn itself apart. I stand in the council chamber watching the elders argue across the long stone table. Outside the high windows, the sea churns beneath gray morning clouds, the cliffs wrapped in mist.

He chuckled, “I had high hopes of meeting my mate and learned what I needed to do to please her…you, and that included cooking.” “Wow, I am impressed.” I took a sip of chamomile tea. “So, you and your brother’s goal is to hopefully find mates?” “We are a dying race. We escaped Drakkon to survive and start over and yes that means mates too.” He grinned, “I need you to know, we don’t choose our mates. Our dragons decide who is our other half. And you were the one my dragon chose.” “How does the dragon decide?” “When we meet our mates, she has a special scent that calls to us. Much like yours called to me.”

"Yes, I need your help in identifying a creature." The royal advisor looked at the king, confused, "A creature, your majesty?" "Yes. You two, show him." The mage showed the royal advisor the memory crystal. When he saw it, his eyes went wide, "I believe this is a dragon, your majesty." "A dragon? Aren't they a notoriously closed-off and secretive race that rarely leaves their territory?" "You are correct, your majesty. However, they do frequently leave their territory for trade with the elves or the Auhura empire. From what I can tell, I believe this could be just a child."

I muttered. As the news spread throughout the dragon clan, whispers and murmurs filled the air. Some were in awe of Drogo's unexpected allegiance to Freya, while others expressed doubt and skepticism. Questions swirled in my mind, and I knew I needed to confront Drogo and seek answers. She was the only one who could give me a comforting answer filled with nothing but the Truth. Dragons aren't just flying beings, they are magical creatures who foresee the future and they never lie. They would always stand on the truth.