Dragon Book Of Revelation Novels & Stories

"Roosevelt, lost in madness, stared with eyes full of bloodlust. Eloise smiled, mocking him. 'I told you I would ruin you, Your Majesty. May bitterness and sorrow be your eternal companions.'" Micha's brows tightened. "She provoked a man who already lost everything. That's suicide." The next lines formed slowly, dramatically. A roar shook the skies. Not human. Not beast. Ancient. "A dragon appeared. Black scales, silver eyes, wings stretching wider than any castle. It landed with pride, lowering itself before Roosevelt." Both of us froze. A dragon. A real dragon. Even the book seemed to tremble on the page. The dark-winged creatures bowed. The dragon bowed to Roosevelt.

Dragon POV Jenny was angry and drunk, she decided to close the door and give this day to her... "Jenny Shash, let me make you feel happy, right?" She opened her soft thighs, letting my lips set fire to her brown skin. Her book had long disappeared with the page on which she was, gently bitten on the skin referring to it as my book. "Please don't bother me, Dragon." My angel said eagerly, but I wanted to take this slowly.

“Have you seen her spirit form? It’s pure void stuff. And now that she isn’t afraid of herself anymore, there is probably nothing she can’t accomplish.” Pausing, the old drake looks down at his hands that appear far younger than his age. Although he is a dragon nearing 300, he looks to be around my age, closer to 100–like he’s Carnelia’s older brother and not her father. “I’m still not sure if I came back because of myself, or because she brought me back,” he confesses, looking me in the eye once more. “Carnelia is like a barely contained force of nature. She should have died from what to her on that throne. That she didn’t, that she’s come back not just once but twice…Dragons like us, Primu

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Elyria’s POV I knew exactly what had happened. It was the dragon blood in me. Right before the coronation, Mother and I had been talking about it, and she had been willing to teach me everything she knew, but she was snatched away from me just like that. Right now, though, I had no choice but to play dumb in front of Charles. He still had a panicked look on his face from where my skin had burned him, and I didn’t know what to say at first, but I knew I had to come up with something.

Uncle Lucifer said in a low rumbling growl. “Uncle?” Brair asked as we all drew back, fearing an angry Uncle Lucifer. Lucifer sighed, placing the book gently on the coffee table. “That book,” he said, his gaze distant, “details the war and the findings of Draconis Cor—a cult dedicated to preserving the Prophecy of the Dragon.” Uncle Lucifer explained bluntly. “What is the prophecy of the dragon?” Millie asked as she leaned over to look at the book.

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang

Thus, with those shackles, it would be harder for one to become a Buddha. Buddhism was initially a patch that could change fate by defying natural order, the heart of everything. After putting down the multi-colored scripture, Alex looked at an ancient book made of the skin of a mythical creature. The moment he touched the creature’s skin, he sensed something. He seemingly saw a dragon soaring above the sea of clouds and looking down its nose at myriads of creatures. The Boundless Buddhist Creature! ‘What book is this? ‘There was actually such a title? This is the skin of a mythical creature. It is a dragon’s skin. Moreover, it’s clearly different from other dragons, as if it has a life of i

He snorted, “Obviously no. Draven? No, that’s yours. Dra- “Drakara.” His eyes lit up. “Yes. That’s it. Why do you ask?” Kael’s hands tightened around the moth-eaten scroll as he read it one more time just to be sure. DRAKARA—descendant of the dragon gods. The return of the dragon and a name marked in every prophecy of old. As usual, he was right again, and if he was sure of anything this time, he would say he fears magic might be involved. His head jerked up, handing over the scroll to his beta.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like