Dragon Book Of Revelation Novels & Stories

"Please, Goddess, I beg you. Spare her and take me." I felt the weight of her hand on my head. "I am Angelos, daughter of Hera. You sacrificed much, dragon. You stayed with your bride when I thought you would chase your friend and kill him. Your greatest treasure has long been your pride, but you gave it up for her." I looked up, tears clouding my eyes. I couldn't stop them. Dragons did cry. She gave me a soft smile. "To be reborn we must die first. Look behind you, dragon."

At that time, Wilbur tried to retract the dragon aura but found it difficult to do so, and only a small amount was recovered. Images of the nine dragons in the Nine Dragons Painting came to mind. There were all sorts of dragons depicted in it. The different forms of these dragons seemed to express the absorption and exhalation of dragon aura by the dragon cauldrons. The first cauldron was a hidden dragon, so it absorbed his dragon aura quickly but released it slowly. The third dragon cauldron was a dragon of manifestation. So, the third dragon cauldron absorbed his dragon aura quickly and also released it just as fast.

Some primordial instinct sensed the immense power housed here. I moved swiftly toward the back where the most dangerous texts were kept, lantern held high. The arcane symbols on these tomes seemed to shift and writhe in the flickering light. I selected an innocuous brown book titled Bond of Will and eased it carefully from the shelf. Blowing off the layer of dust, I began rifling through the faded pages eagerly. Diagrams of intricate runes and disturbing illustrations of chained dragons met my eye. I devoured the archaic text hungrily, searching for the secret rituals to bind a dragon's will. Here, at last, were the forbidden truths I had sought!

The stakes had just leaped from protecting a castle to saving the hemisphere. Suddenly, the holographic map flickered violently. The red light of the Yellowstone projection warped, expanding upward until it formed a massive, three-dimensional face. The molten silver eyes of Aurelius stared down at us, glowing with a terrible, intoxicating arrogance. "Killian Blackwood," the Dragon King’s voice resonated through the hologram, carrying the scent of sulfur and impending doom into the room. "Your walls are strong, but they cannot hold the sky, and they cannot stop the earth from swallowing your kingdom."

Dojo reeked slaughter, copper-thick, tatami slick crimson pools, our chests heaving thunder-sync, indigo hakamas spattered gore. "You fight like you're born to it," he growled, scarred jaw inches, porcelain fingers banding my wrist pull-close, obsidian devouring mahogany flush. Blood smeared his cheek war-paint, dragon tattoo pulsing throat wild. No fear in his stillness—predator sated, but gaze burned deeper hunger.

Their scales gleamed like gemstones under moonlight, black, gold, crimson, and silver. The largest dragon lowered its head, its molten eyes meeting mine. “Lord Metatron,” Drakar rumbled, “.I can see that you have finally opened the closed portal, as expected of our dragon lord”. “Yes,” I said firmly. “This matter is very serious and must be taken seriously, I won't let Ariel or her acquaintances win.” The dragon’s voice was deep as thunder. “Will the Goddess guide us this time?” “She has given her blessing,” I said. “When the time comes, we will fight not for power, but for life itself.”

The Gods sealed me and left me in the mortal world to recuperate. Liam was the reincarnation of the Black Dragon whom I watched over in the war. I gave birth to the mixed heritage Chosen One, had been shone upon by the holy light twice due to the descent of auspicious omens, and the last of my injuries had been completely healed. That was the reason why the seal was broken, and my Dragon form was able to return. The power of the Dragon God was so immense that Earth could not sustain it, which was why the Dragon God needed to live in a special dimension.

I whispered again. “Angel, you see? It’s nothing. Just relax. It’s just a book playing with your emotions.” I closed the book and placed it on the table, turning it to the back cover. My heartbeat picked up again. Then— I froze. There. A symbol. Small. Barely noticeable. At the back of the book. A dragon. My breath caught. It looked exactly like the one on Drake’s back. Not similar. Not close. The same. I froze.

I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me. The seer blinked in surprise, but nodded. He placed my hand on the sword and began some ancient chants in their tongue. He then poured ceremonial oil over my hand that was on the blade, and as the final words left his mouth, a flash of silver light appeared around my hand. "By the laws of the realm and the ancient blood pact," the high seer intoned, his voice booming through the chamber. "The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union."

They all scattered on the dark floor. The Emperor took one notebook, opened it, and read. “The Way of Dragons,” he skimmed the pages. “Fascinating …” Then he handed it to Quarth. “Please … spare my drafts …” Tears started fall on the floor, right under Estevan’s bloodshot eyes. “What’s this?” the Emperor picked another and read. “The Chronicles of Drava …” “No … Not that … please …” Estevan begged. “Not that … Your Eminence …”