Draconic Language Novels & Stories

The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about. Together the twins wove their magic, and Lazareth watched tendrils as old as time itself swirl through the air, under the door, and into the hallway beyond. Sweat beaded across Demelza's delicate features as she cast the potions, speaking in the ancient dialect of her people whilst Matilda continued to draw symbols against the door, muttering in dragon tongue. With a start, the big man realized what they were attempting. Charlotte lay still as death, unmoving as the Dreamweaver pulled her deeper into slumber, and beyond the door, Ragna

Josh looked down at me and smirked. He went into the kitchen, carrying the first aid box along with him. When he came back, a black t-shirt was thrown over his shoulder, his chest still naked. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Tell me what you know about Serena now.” *I don't know the contents of the letter because they're written in ancient words”, he replied looking at me. “It looks like the language of the witches. I couldn't tell what she was talking about.” “You mean a drakon languages. But those are not forbidden in our world. In fact, it is recommended for blind werewolves.”

Glossary For Draygonian – Disoshhl'ach --- thank you – Rinissshh-- a slab of meat from the Rini animal (looks kind of like a tri-tipped cow) – Saah- yes – Ssshrat sa rinissshh-- eat your meat – Laarooss-- welcome to my place – Laarosa-- your welcome – Rahosha- drink that comes from Rini – Drayssnar-- Dragon king – Draygana- female dragons – Draygonian-- their language – F'sheerah- bastard – Draygon- their world – Shoranta-- choosing – Chrindalla-stuipid/brainless/useless – Niss'arn- Follow me – Afrima- ass – Wisira- whore, slut, sextoy, – Yeish-hell (a desolate waste land where the wind blows so hard the scales will rip of your skin) – shambrashi draygonain-counsel

Draco, it was what the bloodthirsty king called Lucian. Draco is the latin word for Dragon. Did the king lie to me? Why did he say it meant devil? I continued reading. The dragon is the largest snake of all snakes and is the… A spicy scent filled the room and made me look around. Was Lucian here? Looking around I found no one. Strange. I tried to go back to reading but felt a presence in the room, as if someone was watching me. My heart started to beat faster in fear while my eyes scanned the room ready to run as soon as I found a threat.

“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.”

The world had changed irrevocably in the span of a single hour, and no amount of suppression technology or silver-core weapons would ever put dragons back into the shadows. "What are your terms?" he asked, his training reasserting itself despite the overwhelming display of power surrounding him. Maya's massive form shifted, golden light pulsing through her scales in patterns that corresponded to ancient draconic script, a language older than human civilisation, its meanings comprehensible only to those with dragon blood. "Recognition and our peoples to work together once more, as we did when the first two hundred of your people came to my ancestors looking for sanctuary or did you humans for

NPC Name: Draco Blade NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Warrior NPC Level: 26 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name: Draco Wing NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Archer NPC Level: 24 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name: Draco Pine NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Spearman NPC Level: 23 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name:. Kirou looked at the group of humanoid reptiles now identified as lizardmen. He silently told the women to lower their weapons as he saw the group of lizardmen stop ten meters away from the quartet. The group was speaking in a language that none of the players understood but Kirou had a suspicion that they were there for the cavern his group had just left. As if to prove his point, the one known

Draco's sacrifice was vain, and now both of us were swept into the depths of Armand's twisted plans. As Armand's men prepared to carry us away, a wave of tension gripped the air. But then, as if sensing the impending danger, Draco's voice resonated with an ancient power. He began to utter a long-forgotten spell in the sacred language of Latin, his words weaving through the atmosphere with mesmerizing intensity. "Tempestas arcano veni, nubes atrae surgant! Fulmen et tonitrus oram capitulum!"

He gestured, and the holographic display zoomed in on a particular section of the algorithm. To Sage's eyes, it looked like normal programming syntax, but as she focused, the characters seemed to shift and rearrange themselves, forming patterns that reminded her of the dragon script she'd seen in the underground chamber. Marcus stepped closer, his expression darkening. "That's not code anymore. That's a runic inscription." "Exactly," Liam confirmed, running a shaking hand through his hair. "The algorithm started incorporating draconic script structures about six hours ago. It's teaching itself our language."

To the others there, it was a sound like a high pitched scream, but to him it was the words of the dragon tongue which led to the creature's summoning. "Dezu draco mortek, dominus mundus, dominus coelum. Dezu exsindo haxikus vestris mortek. Detraxis amarte portentik glaukxis. Exuros pux hominus exis fazik malumi provenias," the voice of the dragons repeated in the harsh tones of their dark melody, and it drained in his ears continuously, maddening him. Adrien drew his sword and swung it out into the rain, splattering the drops and, for a moment, disrupting the magicians' song.