Dragon Bloodline Novels & Stories

“Fight for him, Irwin. He’s your mate. You weren’t bound to him by accident. It’s in your blood, in your soul. Fight!” The girl’s voice echoed, growing deeper and more commanding. “You weren’t just bound by chance—you were bound by bloodlines!” Heat surged through Irwin’s body, her vision blurring as rage and despair consumed her. She fell to her knees, her hands clawing at the ground. The earth trembled beneath her fingers, cracks forming and spreading outward as raw power coursed through her veins. “Save him!” the replica roared. With a feral scream, Irwin launched herself forward, her body ablaze with energy. Flames erupted from her hands as she reached Dorian, the fire searing through th

Chase suddenly thought about the two major advancement stages ahead and asked the dragon deity. "Of course. However, the emperor-level color depends on each individual's attributes. After the saint level, righteous practitioners have golden blood, while those of evil paths have black blood," the dragon deity replied. "What about beyond that?" Chase pressed further. "No one has seen it, so no one knows." The dragon deity's tone seemed somewhat helpless. Only then did Chase realize that once one reached the martial Path ancestor, seeing their blood would indeed be extraordinarily difficult. While speaking, Chase had completed most of his Divine Blood conversion. When Nefarious Blast hit him, i

“This is dragon’s blood?” Fane nodded with a serious expression on his face. “This is dragon’s blood, no doubt. However, it isn’t the blood of a pure-breed dragon, but a branch of the dragon clan, the Ancient Eclipse Dragon. Regardless, this is the blood of a mythical beast!” declared Fane, his voice seemingly quivering when he spoke.

River said while tapping a specific page that featured an illustration of a human body covered with what looked like flames. “Are you saying… Sullivan and Allison are…” Quinn’s voice trembled slightly. “Dragons,” River confirmed. Well, dragonblood to be precise. They have the bloodline of ancient dragons. They possess the ability to control fire.” “How can you even be sure about that?” Daniel asked while flipping through the pages to see more texts and illustrations about dragons and humanoid-looking creatures with the same ability as dragons. River leaned back in his chair. “It was more a suspicion. I’m not really sure about it. But there’s a big possibility that I could be right.”

Buppig says. “I’m not a dragon,” I say. “No, you’re not,” Aolis says, his gaze narrowing on Madelyn. Her heart rate is increasing. I think this is becoming a bit much for her. “But, you are descended from the Drache line. You have dragon’s blood in your veins. That is the magic that I felt in you.” “The Drache name, was that your mother’s or father’s name?” Lily asks her. “My father’s name.” Lily looks back at the prophecy, reading a passage out loud.

she said to him. “The vials are on the table,” I said to her, and she picked them up. Dr. Foirbeis handed her an empty vial and she mixed half of our blood together. “Once I start the spell, the blood will turn white and gold, which signifies the blood bond to the mother, then it will change to the father’s colors, before returning back to red,” Gwyneth said, and I nodded.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

Bellinor asked, confused. "No, there's a big difference; our princess has red and fine gold lines in her irises, giving the illusion of gold orange. The four remaining bloodlines are Orange, the Guild of Valencia; Yellow, the Guild of Blane; Green, the Guild of Bercilak; and Blue, the Guild of Cobalt.” “I see,” Bellinor answered unconfidently, still trying to absorb all the information Draven had just shared with him. He was surprised to have learned this news about his lineage.

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.