Draconic Language Novels & Stories

Colors seemed to intensify, and the ambient sounds of the bustling marketplace momentarily faded into a distant hum. "Witch!" A woman's scream tore through the silence, a jolt of raw emotion that shattered the walls in my mind. It echoed with an urgency that snapped me out of my haze, an arresting sound that demanded immediate action, leaving lingering ripples of disquiet in its wake. "She's a Witch!"

“About your wings.” “Thank you,” Ember turned away a moment, composing herself. “I have experienced a great many things,” she continued her voice gravelly with emotion. “And have been subjected to many forms of torture and violence as a Drake of The Great Queen, but this… This is unforgivable,” she said through her teeth with anger. “What is a Drake?” Lyric asked to take the subject away from the amputation of Ember’s wings.

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.

Zephyr’s face relaxed and showed relief. “Finally, I can now learn the Ancient Draconic Way,” muttered Zephyr. The Ancient Draconic Way — also known as The Dragon’s Might or The Way of The Dragon was an ancient skill. Legends spoke of an untold number of heroes and saints fighting over the chance to learn it. Rumor has it that this skill was considered the most barbaric method back then, outright forbidden for the most part. It was said that practitioners who mastered the Way could transform themselves into a dragon, conquering all those beneath them.

Instead, it resembled a tightly shut pistachio nut or an eyeball covered with upper and lower eyelids, perfectly smooth and bald of eyelashes, only their creases puckered and prominent. Aki gingerly reached out her hand. Although the pendant-egg itself didn’t glow like the Everlite crystals around her, it felt like it was radiating out of its containment. And humming. At first wordlessly and then, all at once, Aki could make out human words. It was a cross between the rhythmic chanting of a mantra and the forbidden language of Split Tongue; the now dead language that the Salamanders had created in order to communicate with their dragon overlords. {Dragonkist… Dragonkist… Dragonkist… Dragonki

"Puny. Human. Lesser Fae. Fae. Curse Luna. Kill Drakkon." It said, eyes on the ground as it mumbled incoherently. "Could you not?!" I shouted over the scraping noise. It stopped and looked up at me. Distaste was in its eyes. "Small." I frowned. "Are those the only words you can speak?" I asked softly. It blinked its bright eyes. I blinked. It blinked again. I tilted my head. Then it rumbled in laughter again. "Little thing. I speak all languages. Even the kind you may never hear of."

Argentum said in teasing manner “I am Prince you evil women… do you want your prince to accept his defeat…? huh?” Draco argued back and tried to free hinself, on other hand all other teen Dragon ‘s were encouraging them both to fight including their training master , master Mossace… “Hahahah…. my prince you forgot…. your Draphidrmia still pending….. (Draphidrmia is a ritual which is performed in Dragon realm among royal Dragon which is equal to coronation)… but me… I am already hired as your first in line chief commanding officer..” Argentum said proudly

Draco spread his arms and focused his attention on the golden heart beating strongly in his chest. “O dovah do pah dragonne. Awaken fin lot dragonne Nol hin deep slumber. Zu'u call hi pah fin dragonne do magica. Nol fin water, fin land, fin su. Ruler do animate ahrk inanimate beingge. Fah fin awakening do fin dragonne ahrk fin future do magica. Zu'u, draco, fin laat dovah jun, summonne hi wah rise ahrk expel pah demonne Nol magica! fah Moro!” said Draco in Draconic Languange.

The next phrases made even Drake's hair at the back of his neck stand. "Fràmsi lācht àkranmān ún, Grüt ichwā shālāv àlún dús grèshmin stēua Krücht màrkus shulém ān desànn." And that Jucel went out of the dungeon with Drake following her, leaving the Illinora screaming. Jucel Greyn, a Saranian descent, just recited the prophecy in an ancient Demetrian language that no one knew.

Powering on the laptop took a lot longer than I expected, and then I got to researching. Bonding- the God, Dalion, wanted to give more protection to the creatures that he created by binding two people’s souls to each other. This is an unbreakable connection to enhance the power that is given to the Mythicals. In this connection the mark changes to show what dragon was bonded to one another. If a Mythical somehow bonds with a non-Mythical, The mark evolves into a dragon that curls itself around the shadow of a human. Slamming the laptop shut, I huff out a breath and wonder what the hell I just read. Unbreakable? What does that mean? I’m stuck with this random guy for my whole life?