Dance Of The Dragon Book Novels & Stories

Alicia screamed loudly and burst into flames, turning into her phoenix, and breaking free of the shackles, wrapping the chain around his neck, and pulling tight with her claws, opening the gash she had caused earlier. The Red Dragon wrapped his ferocious tail around her neck until she let go. The dragon pinned her to the ground and Alicia realized his intention, so she fought against him with all her might. Still, he had her pinned. She could not move at all, and she was running out of ideas. Suddenly, the big dragon’s weight was lifted off her, and she realized that three dragons were tearing him to pieces. Alicia’s dragon, her prince had saved her, and the Red Dragon was dead. Geoffrey and

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

On the desk sat a large white covered book with gold dragons on the cover. Rain walked to the desk and waited for me to sit down before she opened the book and scooted it closer to me. She then sat on the corner of the desk facing me and said” If you read this part of the mate book you will understand the mating ceremony. After I will tell you about how Reya is and what to expect from us as your mate.” I looked into her eyes for a few seconds and then began to read. The book was old but the pages were pristine and the letters in gold. It didn’t take me long to read the few pages on mating a dragon woman. I now understood why Rain held apart of herself back from me. Dragons, no matter the gen

**This is Book 5 of the Elemental Dragon Series. While this book can be read as a standalone, it is recommended that you read the first four books in the series, starting with The Arena. References to other story lines and past situations will not be reiterated in this story.** I'm standing here in the arena once again, staring at this arrogant asshole who thinks that he can claim me and make me his dragon. This time, it’s an elf prince.

Roman's breath stuttered as he sucked a breath in. “Yes, I will be your queen,” Roman said, forcing his voice out as loud as he could without crying. Ezra smiled as he brought the Omega's hands to his mouth and kissed his fingers before standing. Roman's lips part when Nadja begins speaking again, recognizing the tongue of the ancient dragon language. His eyes immediately filled with tears as he looked at Nadja in shock. The ancient Elder stood tall, holding an old thick book. Scales lined the book, creating the cover. On the front is a perfectly shaped baby dragon's first claw that looks as fresh as the day it was shed. It symbolizes the beginning of a dragon's life, a perfect symbol for th

“What is this?” “This book talks about anchor beings,” the dragon said seriously. “It also talks about the primordial beings.”

“You continue to surprise me, My Dragonette… and still remain a mystery to me…” “I can say the same about you,” I say quietly as he pushes my hand away from the pouch, his knuckles grazing my stiff nipple. I tense as our eyes meet once again, feeling his cock throb and I swallow hard. “You owe me answers… we’re mates… and I know that only dragons who hold the ancient Dragon Fire can have a mate. So, don’t you dare say, you owe me nothing,” I whisper, knowing I better keep my voice down. He tenses, clearly not expecting me to know as he looks me sharply in the eye and for once I feel like I’m looking into the eyes of an extremely intelligent, sharp, calculating mind…

Then they were followed by all the guests. I imagined myself in that Disney movie where all animals bowed in front of the king and queen of the pride land. That scene had a cliff, here we didn’t. We only had a white crystalline shoreline, but I felt more exalted here than in a cliff. “We serve you forever,” Elvira added. I was sure she spoke in behalf of the dragon population—minus Lord Saxoni and Lord Thorpe though, but as per Axel, their existence were insignificant, so I didn’t need to worry.

I danced with the beast, my body a blur of fur and fangs, dodging its sweeping tail and evading the blaze of its fiery breath. The dragon's scales, though formidable, proved no match for my determination. I launched myself at its underbelly, claws slashing and teeth gnashing. Blood stained my paws as my strikes found their mark, but the dragon fought back with a fury matched only by its size. I grappled with the dragon, its strength overpowering but not unyielding. The taste of victory lingered on my tongue, spurring me on. As the moonlight illuminated our frenzied battle, my body moved with a grace and precision I had not known before. Every strike was deliberate, calculated, as if I were t

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.