Dragon Book Series For Adults Novels & Stories

She slumped with the impact. She was losing consciousness as the gun was being pulled out of her hands. Someone snorted. “We hit the jackpot. The bitch is here in a sexy avatar. Let’s show her where she belongs.” Men guffawed. No… no… no… this can’t be! Please don’t let me faint God! Not now, please… she fell into darkness and oblivion. A/N Thank you everyone who has decided to read this book. Follow my I*G* to get updates on latest books and inspirations. Remember to leave comments. Happy reading. XX KK

As a dragon, her growls stun the werewolves at a close distance. Next to Rohan was General Oxland, and coolly claiming his seat beside the general was the CEO of Steele Industries, Cahlel Steele. He focuses his attention on our metal and mining industries. When in dragon form, his scales turn into all kinds of metal and it becomes deadly for the werewolves. Six more dragons joined the conference table, and these were our elders. They were what comprised my father’s council when he still lived and ruled. They were our advisers in just about everything dragon-related, and they were the ones who kept badgering me about finding my mate.

As soon as my tail crosses the threshold, it slides shut with a solid hiss, sealing us into a dim chamber. As I take my first deep, shuddering breath, I am instantly reminded of my father’s throne room near the end of his life. My father had been over 800 years old at the time of his death–a ghastly age for most dragons. I myself am only 167, at my physical prime, and still young by dragonish standards. My mate, Carnelia, is around 80 years old–an adult, but more equivalent to a human teenager in development–Dragons live exceptionally long lives, especially those of us from the most noble bloodlines.

Her eyes narrowing suspiciously, she picked up the book again and looked at the blurb once more. "The story of a half-blood dragon who lived unloved, unwanted and destined to fall under the weight of her own power." Fru almost laughed. Why does this sound like her series of applications to different guilds. Tragedies were not her taste because she had seen enough of it in her life. "Give me a heroine who marches through worlds and conquer hehehe" Fru smirked at her own imagination. "It looks interesting though, what's one more tragedy to the list" she said that but she didn't want to admit her inability to resist reading the book.

At the same time Dracul's eyes are lifted up, gone are the molten gold of the dragon, replaced by an intense fiery red that burned with an unnatural fire. "Dracul." I call unsure of what was playing out. A low growl escapes his lips an he tugs at the chains holding him back. "Shit!" Gulliver groans. "The effects are sinking in quicker than it should, it must be blessed by moonlight." He tugs at the chains harder muttering unintelligible yet harsh sounding words. "Can you fix it?" I turn to Gulliver who has already begun setting up what resembles the prerequisite for an incantation.

**This is the second book in the Elemental Dragon series. While it can be read as a standalone book, references will be made to the first book, The Arena. As I step off Tana’s penthouse balcony, I shift, flying away from what I just heard. Tana, the last fire dragon, has been claimed. And by a Lycan no less. I can’t believe she fell to him. She knew he was her mate, but being mated and being claimed are two very different things.

Connery murmured. The rust-colored liquid’s color deepened to the rich red which had caused it to be called “blood” by ancient witches. She used tongs to lift the vial from the stand, and carefully added it to the bowl of ingredients that would complete its transformation into the spell component known of as “Dragon’s Blood.” As it mixed, veins of glowing orange and cinder black spread through the liquid, giving it the appearance of hot lava, although if a person were fool enough to stick their finger into the mixture, it would be cool to the touch… before it melted the flesh from the bone and turned the bone to ash.

I asked, holding my balance firm, not planning to leave my guts. The wind passed again, this time, almost touching my right ear. This person is fast as well, telling the movement of the wind. But what I'm not sure of is if he is from this kingdom or another. "I think you should try better wind boy," I said sarcastically. Ready to use the insight of my dragon to see through the darkness. The dragon and we are like a body and soul. We can't live with each other. Before a royal is born, a dragon is born too. And each royal picked their dragon at the age of ten through the connection and inserted the feel into the dragon. This makes us together as one.

"Like he was tortured?" Stefanos glanced at Wraya, who begin moving backwards like as if trying to cover himself with the trees. Stefanos knew this was a sensitive topic for the Dragon, the topic about his mother. So he just nodded, not really saying anything in the matter. Draco continued. "According to the study, a Dragon hatchling takes up to twenty five years to finish their hibernation process before they turn into full fletched adult dragons. Their life span is up to two hundred years. How old do you think is this one?"

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