Draconic Magic Novels & Stories

He looked at Drake before continuing. "This is how I know what I do. With knowing all of this, I have to be careful about how I proceed with my life. A simple slip-up can be the difference between life and death. There have only ever been three types of beings that the book can't foresee properly. I figure it's because they share the same traits, seeing the past, present, and future. Oracles, who have been around for centuries. Some believe the book created them. The second is Dragons. They hold the oldest kind of magic. This a true, Dacian." Malcolm said. "How come it can't see Dacian?" I asked.

However, I have noticed that her magic is strong and somehow different from my mother's. I don't know if my observation is correct. Bearing in mind I haven't met many dragons so far. Male dragons are blessed with strength and are more powerful physically while female dragons get magic after they are mated. That's something else that sets dragons apart from other supernaturals. Damian follows behind me and as I step on the altar, I feel a different kind of energy washes through me. It's the kind that soothes your nerves and makes you relax. “ The altar is surrounded by magic. It's important to have the mates relaxed while the ceremony takes place.” The lady identified as Lydia explains.

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

He suddenly held out his unnoticed sword and I recognized it immediately. That was the Dracon black magic sword. Even if I do not know much about these things, I could still remember the teaching I had on this weapon. The sword was similar to the scared knife that was in our kingdom's treasure room. The sword is poisonous and also had some sort of black magic invoked in it. Once it touches a body, the poison is automatically transferred into such body and when it touches a supernatural being, the being fades away. "Kenzie, be careful of that sword." Morgan warned.

The staff immediately disappeared and the book of dark magic and spells appeared in its place. I opened it carefully and flipped the pages to where the deadliest spells were. The creatures of the dark were many, but they were at a disadvantage because the human warriors were using anointed weapons. If I was to be cut by that warrior's sword in any way, I could have lost most of my strength, so their weapons were deadly to the creatures. What I needed to do was make the creatures bigger and stronger. "I call upon the dark forces to serve me and in exchange, I grant you the souls of each human warrior whose blood will be shed on our soil!" I said at the top of my voice then put the book to the

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.

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

“I cannot. Dragon magic is not witch magic. The disciplines are fundamentally different. What he needs is druid training, the ancient methods that teach a dragon to channel fire as a surgical instrument, not a weapon. The druids can teach him, but it would take months.” “Months.” Leah’s voice was hollow.

Viviana arrived before the chanting started, moving slower than she used to, David against her chest in a sling Ryker had clearly engineered with more care than was strictly necessary for a piece of fabric. "Wait," she said. "Before you start. I need to say something." Esmeralda's expression flickered with something close to irritation. "We're already behind schedule—" "This will help the schedule," Viviana said. "Trust me." She crossed to where I stood inside the circle, David fussing softly against her chest, and looked at me with the particular intensity she reserved for problems she'd already half-solved in her head and was working out loud to confirm. "The Drakov line has its own magic,

My fist clenched so hard that frost spread across the desk. He exhaled loudly. “You know how powerful he is, Draven. If you suppress Karl for long, he'll force control…it will be catastrophic.” I knew that already, better than anyone. Karl is not like other dragons. He is stronger, more violent and far less stable which was exactly why women died around me. I finally turned to Ariel “That...is exactly why I will stay away from her.” His brows pulled together. “You think distance will solve this?” “Yes.”