Draconic Language Novels & Stories

"No. I hear English." All the women shook their heads. "You are a dragon shifter, Tagan Ladon. You were born with the ability to speak to dragons. Your mind simply transforms it into something your brain already understands," Drace said. I turned to Sweetcheeks. "How do you know Latin?" "Spells and magic are performed using Latin." She shrugged. I nodded. Like finding out I could speak a new-well, old-language was run of the mill. I'd do my super cool happy dance later. Where no one else could see me.

Anna tries to read it but it is written in strange symbols, almost an alien language to her. “Only a dragon can read this,” Lavi mutters. “This is an ancient language of the Dragons known as Raegonion. It is not easily understandable but Dragons used it to communicate with each other. No other scriptures on the walls are written in this language except this one. Someone in Ghi’or might have knowledge about it or was a Dragon. This temple pre-dates the Great War, after all.” “What does this say?” Anna asks. “It is saying that by turning the dial, we can enter the library,” he says. He searches the wall until he comes across a small dial. Turning the dial, he steps back.

Layla's POV: The last few lectures have been about things such as werewolves, witches, and vampires. The Professor has also spoken in depth about the history of Draphend and its association with the supernatural. I am eager to learn more about these beings, hoping to find out more about myself as well as the Draven family. The night Mr Draven hired me he told me of the family's secret. They are vampires. He assured me I was in no danger as they fulfill their thirst for blood on animals. For some strange reason I felt at ease as soon as I entered the Draven manor. I willingly accepted the job and since then I have been reading and studying as much as I can on vampires.

Jennifer said while Zac grunted in agreement. How come they couldn’t hear his voice? How come it was only her? The dragon slowly transformed into a bulkier man with long shaggy hair that reached his waist. He was tan and his clothes were almost like ancient robes when Demetrius celebrates it festivals. “The dragons have felt Elijah Trueblade’s power. He must have been somewhere around here. But here I am, meeting his aide… and his lover that should have died a long time ago.” Her three companions turned to her in shock. Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward.

, Dragomir took it from her hand, “I don’t know but I felt a pull to it like it was important to our quest. Just like how you feel with the stone calling out to you" Raisel nodded, “I understand but how do we decrypt this?” “This is some kind of language…let me see”, Dragomir sat on the floor and studied closely. They were still in the woods. After a while he spoke, “This is Romanian, just like Gigant”, he explained, “Rising… Raisel scribbled. “Rising to….it’s…former…reign? glory, yes glory”, he finished, “Rising to its former glory”

Chaos could not speak, so he glanced at the skeleton as he spoke. "You are the perfect creation! A being made between two of the most powerful and ancient races in this universe! Vampires and Dragons! My own creation! Hah! I bet that Ancient Order will piss themselves whenever I release you into the galaxy! You and I will conquer this galaxy, no, the universe! And make it ours!" What was this skeleton even talking about? Vampires? Dragons? Conquer the Universe? Ancient Order? Chaos was confused, he couldn't understand anything he was talking about.

“We love you Wynter, you’re a part of our family, have been since the day you moved in here. Lauren never heals people because it does stuff to her and the person she heals, but we’re going to do this for you because that mark will never heal and it’ll slowly poison you over time and kill you. It’s black magic Wynter, let us help you, just this once.” I didn’t have time to say anything else because Chandra was kissing me and Lauren was pulling my jeans off. Echo’s tail was thumping up and down and I blocked him out, losing myself to their touches and exploring hands. Lauren’s hand grazed over the wound and I felt it pulse as her eyes shone brightly and they seemed to glow as she started whis

The Hall of Sacrul rumbled with the low growl of dragons. Fourteen great beasts sat in their true forms around a dais made of deepstar stone, a mineral said to have fallen from the bones of dying stars. Each dragon revealed its true form in silent contest, the weight of their might pressing against the air. Heat shimmered between them, an invisible storm of pride and restrained carnage.

I mumbled as I glanced at Gideon Landers and asked him if he could take the three of us somewhere. Shrugging, he nodded. Giving the former assassin our hands, the training area disappeared, and the thick forest appeared before us. Looking at me anxiously, Austin asked me what I wanted to discuss, but I was eyeing Gideon with a cocked brow. “First I must clarify something in regards to druid wolves. They're said to be very sexual and like fornication immensely, correct?” Both men nodded but looked confused, so I continued. “That also means female druid wolves are as well?”

“You had to kidnap him? Were you dropped on your head as a child?” Draven’s eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling from his chest. He took a half-step toward Elias, tail lashing once. “Watch your tongue, human. This isn’t your fight.” Elias didn’t back down, cheeks flushing with anger. “It is when you drag Lirian into your games. You think you’re so clever, but this? This is reckless. Stupid.” Draven’s growl deepened, switching abruptly to Zephyrian, the ancient tongue rolling off his lips like thunder. “Thar'kesh nal vor, shal'tir. Kael'shar. Vesh nal drak until nal shir'ka.”