Draconic Language Novels & Stories

His talons were black and silver, just like his grey, reptilian eyes. Fear crept up on me now that I could see him fully and not just his silhouette, but I quickly pushed it away. There's nothing to be afraid of about this gentle beast. "Wow! I can see you!" I say, a tear accidentally falling from my eyes. "I don't like this young one. Too cocky. I won't talk to him." Draconius says, using his supernatural and majestic abilities. "He's talking to you, isn't he?" Kris says and starts calling him a fat old dragon who was scared to talk to him!

I know he was feeling upset yesterday from the way I spoke to him, and if I understand his last statement from yesterday correctly, he didn’t want to wake up next to me in the morning, because he might have an early morning boner which may trigger his psycho wolf. Well, he’d better come out from wherever he’s hiding. He got me into this mess, and he has to protect me. “Drax!!!” I called out, hoping to get a response from him. I took a walk to try to find him, while I prayed that he had not been captured. “DRAX!!!!!” I yelled even louder, but stopped myself after realizing that I may be putting myself in danger by shouting and letting whoever was around this environment know my exact location

The Dragons The Elders: Neyalha – (Nay-ALL-a) Gheyaral – (GAY-arall) The Guardians: Nayara – (Nay-AHR-ah) Ghaeron – (GHER-on) The Inhabitants of Edon The King and Queen Emerik (EH-merik) and Adalyn (AD-alin) The Grenyaar – (GREN-yahr) (The Black Knights) Sira – (SUR-ah) – Title for female Knights

Ishir focuses on his mate, almost as if he’s forgotten that I’m here. “Hello, my dragon,” he purrs at her. I watch her respond to his words. They’re the same words that Merethyl used with Avani to help calm him down. My dragon. I said it upstairs with Ancalagon. I’m not sure what made me use that term, but I’d felt the difference in Ancalagon immediately. I guess it’s a way to publicly claim that the dragon is yours. If a dragon needs his or her rider’s acceptance that much, then hearing those words would make them feel…loved, wanted.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

A moment later she closed her eyes and began chanting something that I couldn’t understand. I recognized the language as the tongue that Dragons could communicate in, which was different from any other language. I have heard Cyran speak it a few times, but I have never been able to understand what was being said. When she finished speaking in the Dragon tongue, she stepped back without another word. Cryan twisted his arm in front of him and I could see that his mark returned to what it had been. Smiling, I looked up at Cyran to see mixed emotions on his face.

The baby smiled as he slept, as if dreaming. "You even smile, you little brat. " The creature retorted as Damian smiled. "You are such an actor. " Liana looked up at him, with eyes filled with anger, wonder and confusion. He definitely sensed that and began, " Human, do you have any idea who you are dealing with right now? Do you? Of course you don't. I am the king and lord of the mighty Dragon realm. The one and only ruler of the blessed dynasty, the robust and fearsome, Draco. "

He locked onto me, his dark gaze sweeping over my dressed body, noticing the slight disarray of my clothes, the flushed state of my skin, and the phantom echoes of an intruder's presence lingering in the heavy air of the room. Draco let out a low, feral growl that vibrated deep in his chest. A terrifying, predatory darkness consumed his features. "Who the fuck," Draco snarled, his voice a lethal, trembling whisper as he raised the gun higher, "are you with?"

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Tonight we saw two more of the langureages our leading lady and her dragon speak. FRENCH "Ne me croignez pas petite flamme" Do not fear me little flame This makes one wonder how much Murdok might actually understand about what Rori may or may not be.... RUSSIAN "teper' tebe ne nuzhno naklonyat'sya" Now you dont need to bend over "velikey drakon dzhentl'men" The great dragon is a gentlemen