Draconic Evolution Novels & Stories

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

She explained. I listened intently, absorbing her words. It was a revelation I hadn't expected, a reminder that the bond between dragons and their riders was far more intricate and mysterious than I had ever imagined. How was Freya related to Drogo's ancestors? O didn't understand? She was nothing but an Omega werewolf. "How is she related to your ancestors? " I asked, looking at my Dragon. Drogo's nod meant she had no idea at all. "At first I thought it was the mate bond, but it seems it isn't. Freya had just shifted into her wolf form and I felt the gene of my ancestors inside of her. This is something I don't understand, the only one who could unfold this mystery is the king of the dragon

But power comes with envy and envy left long enough comes with it's own destruction, it started with the Elder Dragon Dracul, the name for which your lover now bears, He and the first King of the West, it was they that begun what would be known as the Great Decimation. Mixed blood children of Dragon and Mage kind under the tutelage of the one simply known as the Deceiver created a spell much like a virus and just like that a thousand years of peace and prosperity washed down the drain. The war to be fought would last a century and during that time the virus did it's work, it's started out with blackened veins and within a week or two of agonizing pain, death would follow, it was a dark time,

I had strong feelings for her and I knew she had them for me too. “What are you reading?” she asked me. “Cosmos,” I said and turned the page. “What’s it about?” she asked and I lowered the book. “It’s about cosmic evolution,” I said and Charlotte kept looking at me and I smiled. “It explores the origin of life, the human brain, evolution of galaxies, forces that helped shape modern science, hieroglyphics, spacecraft and the science of robotics, nuclear war, things like that.” “And you find that interesting?” “Just some light reading before bed,” I said and she burst out laughing.

As her dragon glided along warm currents, tracking Ragnar's mate, she looked up from the valleys below and beheld a breathtaking sight. In the distance flew a gigantic white dragon, her crests were tinged a dusky pink, and Titan felt she'd never seen a beast so beautiful. This must be the Queen's dragon. Beating her wings to lessen the distance between them, Titan had to put real effort in to catch up, and she was puffing before she reached the Queen's tail. There she noticed the real struggle taking place.

Dragons loved treasure. “Do I not need a Vermale and a Male, then?” Lillah looked up, feeling unbothered by her nakedness now that she was bonded to the dragon pack and felt at home. “Nope, because unlike Oemales, you can self-fertilise an egg and carry it to term. It’s the combination of a Vermales’ egg and your egg that actually creates an ice dragon. If a Male or an Oemale fertilised the egg then you would have a fire dragon.” Gaz answered fully, waiting for her next question.

I had shown them who I was. Back in my room, I looked at my hands. They had made the fire. They had hurt those girls. The hands shook a little, but I didn't care. I needed to be stronger. I took out the old dragon book Eren got for me. I looked for a special potion. A "Fortification Draught." The book said it would make me and my dragon one. I got all my hidden plants and herbs. I mixed them in a small bowl. The liquid turned dark red and shiny. It smelled like smoke and strength.

There were no questions. “But she built over the first iterations.” I swallowed hard, refusing to look at her. “Changed what she could. Added more luxury when she realized it wasn’t scrutinized like mostDire warnings.” My jaw clenched at how comfortably those words sat on my tongue. How dangerously familiar they were. “What she didn’t change,” I whispered, “were the base protocols. Parts of her are still built to contain dragons.” Evelina slowly crossed her arms over her chest. “Obsidian Root.”

Then, the love they show their mates is unlike anything I’ve ever seen or experienced in my life. Unlike shifters who are basically humans with an animal spirit that gives them enhanced senses and strength, the dragons are always dragons. They evolved over time to shift into a human body so they could hide among the humans who hunted them nearly to extinction. A dragon feels and senses things much more strongly than others, so when they love, their love is force, unable to be resisted.

Ava's voice was low, and she spoke each word slowly. “Is there a way to change the outcome?” I leaned forward to see that Cyran’s forehead was creased with worry. “It will depend on the course of action that is taken. There are two paths. One is Arion kills you, again but this time you die for good. Following your death, Dragons will start dying randomly. It won’t happen at once, but rather every few days a handle full all around the world will start dying. Other Dragons will begin to panic and wreak havoc on the world.” Ava paused and I thought she was done talking until she started again.