Dance Of The Dragons Timeline Novels & Stories

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held 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.

Also, DD wanted to share its knowledge with someone who could then teach her offspring and protect it until they became mature enough to then live on their own. Yes, The Death Dragon was relatively close to give birth to her only successor and die because of the divine armor's curse, which chained DD to the earth and consumed her vital energy up to this point. Maybe it was the survival instinct of a dying species which dictated finding someone worth training to protect its offspring. Chronos was that person, the next emissary of the apocalypse. 18 years later...

"I consider it bad luck to be chosen, so I'm thinking my mother's dress will give me exactly what I need." My girlfriends looked around the teahouse to be sure I wasn't overheard. I spoke treason. We, the claiming brides, were revered and praised for our sacrifice. Thousands of years ago, our great, great many times over grandfathers reached a tentative peace with the dragons and agreed to the claiming once every twenty-five years. Four dragons, four claimings, four each century. No one had bothered to renegotiate in all these years. Before and after claimings, the dragons stayed in their realm and we stayed in ours. Of course, we couldn't cross into their realm, not without the magic the dr

The dragons would make sure there is protection on our lands against all the other creatures and they would provide apparatuses and resources we need from far and wide, and the only thing we have to do is pick girls of eligible ages for the were-dragons every two years. Never has there been a setback and never has there been anyone who had been bold enough to break the pact. If dared, The dragons could incinerate our entire pack, turning forests to ash and melting mountains to molten rock. It is said that the dragon's flames danced with sublime grace, devouring obstacles and leaving trails of smoldering destruction. Their burning fire is everything and everything to be feared. I felt terrifi

Rex stood on a balcony overlooking the imperial city as dawn broke over the distant walls. The golden bracelet pulsed gently against his wrist, a reminder of Fafnir's presence within. After yesterday's battle, the dragon had retreated into a restful silence, conserving energy and processing all they had experienced.

It seemed like he had already accepted that it would happen. “All unbonded dragonkin, male and female, between the ages of seventeen and twenty-five have been called up to the Dragon King’s training grounds in Romania.” Anger reverberated from his voice and I could feel the tension mounting. “I’ll keep her safe Dad. Even if it makes me a traitor. The Dragon King won’t get her.” “I know.” Ryder squeezed my shoulder and left the kitchen as my destiny was set in motion.

Just don't tell them about dragon secrets, those secrets have been kept within clan and for over five billion years. Kade understood why dragon kept secrets with the exception of their mates. No one really knew about dragon there are some books that are flat out myths and some just had a little bit of truth. He must have taken long to answer because everyone just stared at him, he cleared his throat. "Uh. It's kinda weird to tell you we are mates and I won't answer the how's and where's. Yes my mark changed, look." He showed off his mark. Two dragons, circle connected. The design made it look infinite.

She watched them arguing, and watched herself swoon in the arms of her father later on, just before he left to join the battle. Then came the dragons, majestic and terrifying. Their fiery breath and immense strength made them both revered and feared. They ruled the skies and the land, their dominance unquestioned. Olivera didn’t see what had brought them forth, but their power brought destruction, and another great war was waged to abolish them. The gods had sealed the dragons away in a realm beyond time and space, ensuring that their destructive reign would end. Olivera blinked once and twice. Dragons. They existed, and still exist? She had thought them myths.

asked Chezzal, as he turned to look at his mate, dreamily, from the bed. Brishor gazed at the snow-covered mountains of his kingdom in the far distance. Dim lights still illuminated the small mansions that dotted the hills against hard and unrelenting snow. Dragons were not a large population, just a little over ten thousand. They remained hidden in their realm, which provided them with everything. King Brishor Oighir had ruled for over a thousand years and it was not until two hundred years back that he had found his first mate, General Chezzal. He knew that he had one more mate, a female who would carry their child.