Draconic Language Novels & Stories

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco's curse wasn't just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco's was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon's. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco's beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

They would always stand on the truth. Approaching her in the dragon's den, I found Drogo resting upon her massive hoard of treasures. Her eyes met mine, a mix of wisdom and understanding, as if she anticipated my arrival. "Master, it's nice to see you." Her voice echoed through her lair. She was happy to see me indeed. I could feel it. But yesterday's actions said otherwise. She forgot about me totally and focussed more on Freya. My Dragon didn't refute Freya's words when she said her name was masculine, this means she agrees to it.

"I was reading this. It said that there are millions of dragons all over the world, some living amongst humans. While some are a warring factor with their own." "Your can read this?" Rydstorm asked, once again amazed by her. "Yes, am I not supposed to?" "Well, it's Tunica. A lost language, but the native tongue for us Dragons, though few understand it." "Why are they fighting?" Rydstorm flexed his jaw. "It's just in our nature." "So it's natural to kill each other and force a rapid decline on a soon extinct species faster?" "This war had been going on long before I was even born, Catori. It has to do with a son of Roma taking the throne from the son of Apepi."

I asked her. “Karm says she is speaking Draconian, he said he recognized a few of the words.” “Which words?” Sunama asked. Akasha was silent for a moment and said, “Death, stolen, trap.” “What does it mean?” Tyr asked, worried. “I don’t know, we would need the whole prophecy for it to make sense.”

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

As I rise, I release a roar of rage aimed at the heavens and fly high up into the sky above the valley. I'm a dragon?! How is this even possible? I must be dreaming! But something deep inside is telling me this is real, and this was meant to be. Suddenly the words from our family crest pop into my mind, it was a saying that I committed to memory the day I learned the translation. ‘Quamdiu tales esse potes. Cum autem terminos tuos sentio agi. Quum senseris tibi evigilare faciatis intra rem, et tamen non audiam. Princeps autem Draco excitavit.’

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

Derek “Damn, Dimitri is there nothing you could’ve done to at least make it tastes somewhat alright?” I gag as I force myself to keep the contents down despite my stomachs protest. “I could’ve but that would’ve taken longer and I don’t think time is on our side.” He’s got a point and let it go. Dimitri, Anastasia and Gabriel chant two words. I recognize the first word but not the second. “Lanuae draconem.” I blink and find we are in the dragon realm.

Letters in the air, spiraling across the walls in gold and red. When I reach for them, they melt into my skin and that's when I finally start to understand. It’s not a language of words. It’s sensation. Intention. Fire that remembers. I stumble out of bed, my breath catching in my chest. I stare at the mirror.My reflection shifts. Not a monster, not a Queen but something in between. My lips part as the flames etch one word across the glass: "Drakari." "What does that mean?" I whisper.

“I’m old, little girl. I don’t remember a time I wasn’t. I’m the Druid of all the land that used to be here before it became eaten up by the sand and sun and wind. And you…” Her teeth flashed white against her dark skin. “…You are the Druid of the dragons.”