Dracarys Dragons Novels & Stories

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.

His head moved to bow to me too, and I raced to return the gesture before moving forward. The same happened when I passed by Ryle—the smoky violet dragon, Rohan—the flaming red dragon, Aldric—the desert orange beast, Egan—the ochre behemoth, Elvira—with her white scales, and the twins, Kelan and Declan—proud of their metallic blue shade. They were all beautiful beasts I had the pleasure of knowing. They were all deadly too. Very deadly. I certainly don’t want to cross them in the future. I was so engrossed with their generous treatment that I only noticed the path to the stage already on the water. I was past the shoreline now and I was surrounded with water on both sides.

“You’re thinking about war.” Brie didn’t deny it. “The Draynor could end the Dawlya,” she said softly. “Not slowly. Not surgically. Completely.” She lifted her gaze to the sky, imagining it darkened with wings. “They have no dragons. No air superiority. No real defenses against coordinated dragon fire. We could burn every stronghold, every council hall, every ritual site they have. End a war that’s lasted longer than most histories remember.” Max remained silent, but his attention sharpened.

“Tana, the fire dragon, Avani, the earth dragon, Zephyr, the air dragon, and Kaylani, the water dragon. Underneath are your dragons’ DNA strands compared to the ones above it. I look at all of them, first the top and then the bottom. “None of these are broken like they were on the other side,” I say. “That’s correct. And this,” he says, pointing to the last top and bottom images, “are Ancalagon’s DNA from before and yours now,” he says. When I look, they look identical. “My dragon has all four elements and unlike over here, all of them are equal? Is that right?” “Very good! That’s correct,” he says and for some reason, his praise makes me feel happy, almost proud of myself. I really need to

And I was to go to his side, I was to leave my home, my kingdom and go to his castle and face whatever he had in store for me. Because if I refused, he will burn my Kingdom to ashes. "Perhaps." I echoed, feeling the anxiety flow back into my chest. I have to be strong. Catherine lapsed into the silence and I stared into the distance till she finished doing my hair. "Dragons." They are terrifying creatures with untold power. Most of them had gone extinct by now, fighting amongst themselves. But those who had survived this long were not only strong but smart too. They possessed a different kind of power and they possessed everything they needed to survive the unthinkable and prosper in this wo

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

Physical Appearance: The Draco is a six-limbed reptilian super creature that is similar to the dragons in English myth. Compared to any creature on Earth whether it was in the dinosaur period or in the current time period, the Draco dwarfed most land animals. On its four legs, it stood at around 11 to 13 feet tall with a total length of 45 feet with its prehensile tail making it a grand total of 60 feet. On its back was a gargantuan wingspan of 55 feet capable of carrying its heavyweight, which clocks at a total of 12,000 kilograms.

The Cenotes, of Draconia were truly impressive. Killian had almost forgotten how mesmerising the place was the last time he had been here, and that was quite understandable, since it had been so long ago... but the Cenotes of Draconia were massive alright just as much as they were beautiful, housing over two thousand sea and air dragons, with emerald and aqua marine tinges here and there adding a glow to the place that was almost ethereal.

“You whore your women to us to breed dragon descendants? Did you, Vallezarii of Arlankis, really think we will give our blood so freely?” Vallezarii wiped his index finger against his jaw thoughtfully and with a small smile on his face. “Ah, so the rumors are true. Dragon blood. Dragon descendants. Regrettably, I am forced to refute your claim. The Baryns are dragons, the Kronos are dragons, what else? Even the dogs and slaves are dragons too?” Laughter erupted from the audience. Vallezarii laughed making a big show of spreading his arms as though awaiting a logical answer to his mockery.

“I’m here because we have a lot to talk about. So, let’s get to it.” Maybe he was too busy thinking of things to do to her. She could see his eyes roaming her body with that indelible smile on his lips. “Very well.” He adjusted his sleeves. “Rodyn and his pack are Dracans; a very rare breed of Lycan. Before the wolves, they were the first half-breeds, a mix of dragons and humans.” Emory leaned closer. Her Rodyn? That didn’t sound right. “In time, dragons mated with Lycans and their spawns evolved into something completely different,” Dante said. “They are stronger than the original Lycans because of their dragon roots, and their ancestral glyphs are the only way to identify them.”