Dragon Bloodline Novels & Stories

"Her father was a shadow drake, like the original father, very rare. There is a touch of shadow in the Daax lineage as well as is evident from the black swirls in their horns." "Like Orion and his father," I note. "And Queen Ona as well," he nods. "This family has a strong connection to the primal lines. They have mixed with one another maybe a little too closely, which is how they avoided blending with the planet as much as other varieties have." "Queen Cressida?" "I'm almost certain she was a universal dragon. Look at her offspring. Three dragons, three varieties--Earth, Air, and Star." "So Carnelia, are you suggesting..."I look at him carefully. "It's not like there is a test we can do wh

Trenton asked, taking a few steps back. “Okay, I see your point. While I don’t believe my father would have done that, I will take your word for it. Since you can turn back time, I will want you to show me what really happened back then, but later.” Cyran answered Trenton, as I held my breath to keep myself from throwing up. “First, let’s get rid of that black Dragon Mark.” Trenton waved his hand and a female, about my age stepped forward. She looked tiny and I couldn’t imagine that she was able to contain a Dragon within her. I knew there were female Dragons, but this was the first time I had seen one.

thought Chaos. [Vampire Dragon Transformation: Level 2] A unique Ability that only someone with both the Vampire and the Dragon Bloodline can acquire, is the combination of Vampire Transformation and Dragon Transformation Abilities, which transform the user into a hybrid between a monstrous vampire and a large and strong dragon. While transforming, all of your Vampire and Dragon Abilities are enhanced by x1.5, while damage dealt is enhanced by x1.5, and damage received is reduced by x1.5, but Mana is constantly drained.

But there was something else that caught her eyes. His eyes weren’t normal. They burned—truly burned. Like fire trapped within. Something inside Julianne trembled violently, like something locked deep away trying to force its way out. A strange warmth coursed through her veins, crawling up her neck and into her chest. Suddenly, she felt a spark inside her and she blinked immediately with widened eyes. Her breath hitched when she realized. She was looking at a dragonborn.

He cleared her curiosity, only to further deepen it, her mouth hanging ajar. "Dragon? There's a dragon in the castle?" Elira blurted, emphasizing the word 'dragon' to make sure Kaelric understood the extent of what he was telling her. He shook his head at the silly girl in front of him, lifting a finger to close her agape mouth."We are Dragonbloods for a reason." "How many things don't I know about you?" Her face crinkled in deep thought, like she could possess the power to read him.

“Aleta?” Damon nodded slowly. “She came into the Shadow Lands because of him. I thought she might heal what was broken, guide him and his mate to another child. But when she revealed that a cruse lay dormant in his bloodline until him—that he could not conceive—it unraveled everything. Varos learned Soren wasn’t truly his. And that knowledge drove him mad.” Evelyn’s throat closed. The words hung between them, heavy with tragedy. She could almost see it, the proud man cracking apart under betrayal, the wolf in him breaking loose.

Callan gently waved his hand and said, “It wasn’t a big deal. Plus, Thea will be safe even without my protection. You’re the strongest man in Sol right now. No one will dare to cause her any trouble. Otherwise, they’ll be digging their own graves.” James sighed. “What’s the use of being strong if I can’t even save the woman I love?” Hearing this, Callans’ expression became solemn. He asked, “I was wondering if you knew about something.” James looked at him and asked, “Hmm? What is it?” Callan said, “In the past month, there’s been a lot of news about dragons and the Blood Race’s origins. It seems the ancestor of the Blood Race was part of the dragon slayers. He was lucky and obtained some of

Not only was Drake Wyrmthorn born under the bloodline of the True Dragon Clan, he was also from the extremely rare Golden Dragon Bloodline under the True Dragon Clan. In general, True Dragon used a variety of colors to represent the differences in their bloodlines, gold was at the highest ranking. The usual True Dragon Clans such as black dragons and white dragons, although they could cultivate to achieve Monsteriod King level, it would be almost impossible for them to ascend to immortality. Drake Wyrmthorn was different. The Golden Dragon Bloodline that he belonged to, was borned honorable leader. It was certain that he would a

The witch whispered an incantation and the vial began to glow as the blood swirled, mixing in the vial. A single moment stretched into an eternity and then, the mixture flared bright green. It was the unmistakable symbol of Dragon blood. The witch gasped softly as Gregory’s eyes widened, his jaw loosening in shock. Stephanie felt her stomach drop, her pulse skipping in her throat while Davies closed his eyes. It was not triumph, not arrogance either but in relief. Pure, exhausted relief. “The child is of Dragon lineage, this man is his father.” The witch announced and silence settled in the atmosphere like a heavy curtain.

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”