Draconic Language Novels & Stories

and she went back to sit again. "I would love to examine this thoroughly, here, of course. I understand how dragons can be with their possessions." Kate chuckled lightly. "Maybe I could consult with my mother… she has a lot of experience with ancient languages… but from what I could understand after this quick examination… there are few languages there. I recognized Persian and Hebrew. Some of it is in symbols. See this here?" she was back on her feet, pointing a particular symbol with her finger, careful not to touch the plate. "This represents fire and also a rebirth. And this," she moved her attention to the other side of the plate, "These are dragons. And this here, what looks like a mod

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

Working by Zarek’s side since childhood, he had seen it before his own eyes more times than he could count over the years. Dragons were the apex predators of the known world. They evolved to be massive killing machines. Visions from the past of huge teeth and razor sharp claws filled his mind. Thirty-seven years later, he could still hear the sound of human flesh being ripped apart. The sound! Oh the sound! The sound would haunt him for the rest of his days! He tugged at his shaggy blond hair, a nervous habit carried from boyhood when he was anxious or scared. Tauric needed ale; fast.

Without bothering to guess too much as to who had spoken, I asked, also through mind telepathy, “What does that mean?” “The legends have it that certain divine beasts from the Dragon tribe and Phoenix tribe, on accomplishing the Spirit realm cultivation, possesses the ability to transform into humans, to better blend with others. Take the dragons for instance, they speak the dragon language, which is a kind of archaic language that man has the inability to produce through normal means, because of its great requirements of both true essence and energy! Becoming humans, these dragons could learn the human language and even extend their ruling domains!” I listened in apprehension, though my eye

I wince as his body hits the jagged rock where Talon threw him. This time Talon simply watches overhead as the dragon tumbles down the mountain, finally collapsing on the bottom. Talon picks him up once again, carrying him back to the ring where he releases him. Kailo’s body hits the dirt with a loud thud. “Is he dead?” Angel asks quietly. “No, he is still breathing,” her guard replies. Talon’s mouth opens and some strange language comes out. “What the hell? Is he talking?” I ask. “Yes, dragons speak the ancient language, but very few of us shifters can actually understand it. Lyza is one of the few,” a young man beside me says.

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

It matched the ring I had bought her and I smiled as I looked at it. “By the power granted to us we declare Rylee Grey the Drakaina of the Grey Lair and true fated bonded half of Sire Lucas Grey forevermore,” Elder Peter said. I felt the pull towards the realm of the dragons and when I opened my eyes, Rylee and I stood in a cave, similar to the one where I found Baz. There was a soft humming sound and a large black dragon appeared in front of us. I instinctively knew what to do and held my hand out to him where he made a cut on my palm and repeated the process with Rylee. I took her hand and our blood mingled once again.

He shook his head in obvious exasperation. "Hi, boys. Did the new little dragon scare you?" I breathed fire with my laughter. "Acasia?" This was the first word Laryn spoke. "Yes, it is I, the dragon coming to throw a little terror in your male-dominated world." From the corner of my eye, I saw Bastian shift. He charged the other dragons, scattering them away from me. Sarn wasn't intimidated by Bastian's charge in the least. His stunned voice held reverence as he looked to Bastian. "You've mated."

The unicorn spoke, “I can tell you what I can.” “Can you start with who you are? Do you have a name?” The unicorn laughed but it sounded like a small song playing, “All creatures have a name, child. I can tell you my lower realm name, which is Sylvrmane, but I cannot tell you my spiritual name.” She scratched her head, “Spiritual name?” “Yes, every creature ever created has a spiritual name and a lower realm name. Your lower realm name is, Evrah. That is what you are known by in the lower realms.”

I could hear King Gavriil barking orders in a language I knew nothing about. It was Draconic language, and I wondered what they were up to. “I don’t think they’re here to fight! If they wanted, they would have charred us to death from up above. They didn’t need to land,” muttered Zephyrus, and we rushed ahead to face them. We had no time to think of their motive. “Attack,” said Isaak, and we aimed our poisoned spears at them. “Stay back or get killed!” I yelled, targeting the young dragon who was beside King Gavriil. They paid no heed to my warning and continued to approach us.