Draconic Magic Novels & Stories

I thought as a slight tears dropped from my eyes. I raised up my heads and saw Dracon casting a spell but I don’t know why he was casting it. It was an healing spell but not just a normal healing spell, a powerful healing spell, the one that doesn’t just work on normal wolves or witches but a very powerful one. “What is happening ?” I questioned myself but my head was blank because they was no answer to my question. Dracon was still casting the spell when he started loosing consciousness and blood was slowly gushing from his nose.

It spells only one thing. Droon is a strong elemental spirit. To have the same attribute was a blessing. I don't know much about my attribute because there aren't many records about it. As I've said before, dark magic is a rare element attribute. It was also categorized as a deviant type of elemental magic. “Teach you?…” he asked in confusion.

The more the necromancer kept disappearing, the more I felt he was hiding something from me, and the more I tried to find out what I needed to know. Fortunately, the librarian nudged me onto a different track. Why not look for information about how the druids make invocations of such power? It was an interesting clue. Moreover, despite the fact that druids with anarels had exactly the same material, I came across a reference in one of their old books to ‘the blood of the sun’ or ‘the golden blood’. A person who possessed such an innate gift was able to call upon two magic powers. He could, with equal ease, direct both the Dark and white magic. The blood of such a mage could be a marvelous in

He replied to his queen. Danym, who was only eleven months old heard it, and in his young psyche, he marked it inside his head that humans are cruel and thieves. The Dragonese Kingdom was in chaos when the battles began. Some Black Dragons were hit by arrows in the atmosphere making them descended on the ground, helpless and lifeless. Humans made combat tools like nets, poisonous arrows, and cannons from the piece of a magic gem. Dragons are powerful and magical flying reptile monsters but even they fight in broods, they can't outnumber the human species because of the unlimited power unleashed by the said Heart of Magic.

Yuri smiled guiltily. "How will you bring this statue-like witch back to life?" Drake inquired. Yuri laughed; I saw Elena muffling her giggle. "Are you not the Dragon King? Are you unable to employ magic?" Yuri inquired. "I am a dragon, not a warlock or a mage," Drake growled. "What a squandered Dragon King you are. Our Alpha can also wield magic," Yuri laughed. "You want to see the power, you grungy wolf. I'll show you. I can roast you with fire breath like a pig," Drake snarled.

I thought, and she explained. “Because male druid wolves turn rogue as they age and become unpredictable. They enjoy fornication and also become notorious killers. The Moon Council protocol is to lock them up and destroy any offspring. The male pups are banned from life. Austin should be dead.” Gasping, I glanced at Austin and said, “You're a druid wolf!” Tilting his head, he shrugged and said, “I don't possess any magic, but I have the genetics, unlike my siblings, who are just normal wolves like their mother, our Luna.”

My wolf slammed against my chest, snarling, demanding to break free, to vault over the seats and drag Edric into my arms where no one could touch him. Mine. The word struck so hard my jaw locked. My nails elongated slightly, just the tips, a flash of claw before I forced them back. My eyes burned, shifting red-gold for a split second. No human had ever made my wolf react like this. Hell, no creature ever had. The air tasted thick with his magic, human magic, yet not quite. Something forgotten. Buried. Lost bloodline? Forbidden ancestry? I couldn’t place it, but it was intoxicating.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

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?

She thinks I'm a good person? She's the only person I know who has told me I'm a good person. People call me Draco in the underworld, and most people associate it with the devil, dragon, demon, etc. But my fiery kitten thinks I'm a good person. Would she have the same view about me if she knew and saw what I was capable of? I know I'm not a psychopath who just kills people without thinking, but I've taken down some people because the world would be a better place without them, so I guess I did something good.