Dragon Drive Novels & Stories

(I will fly you to my tower princess) Murdok whispered and Rori smiled, grabbing his face with both her palms and whispered, “thank you.” Murdok stepped away from her, thinking himself clever as he walked toward the door and Rori stood to follow him. He opened the door to leave and turned to see her leaning against the door smiling “main laal draigan kee prateeksha karoonga” (I’ll wait for the red dragon) she whispered. Rori was hoping he would make the connection with his helmet and from the look on his face as the door closed, she guessed her translation was not lost on him.

Drykator readied himself for his descent, he turned to Drago who had just fixed his mini crossbow to his right arm and was slipping the bolt into place and ensuring the wire was connected correctly. “I’m going down to DV, Drago you get that dragon down!” Drykator barked beginning to bounce from one foot to the other, his legs shook violently with fear, he had never tried anything so dangerous, but he knew deep down it was what had to be done. “The Great Divine Victory needs us,” he rallied.

She told me that it had been a while since her dragon was out. “I just worry. I haven’t shifted in so long.” I state. “Everything is going to be fine. My dragon is terribly excited to meet Gemma.” Dray says. “Oh shit, I just realized that I don’t know the names of your dragons.” I blurt out. “Grendel is my dragon's name,” Dray tells me. “My dragon’s name is Haldor,” Drake states.

Its mission seemed clear: destroy the wizard first. At the last instant, Dral threw himself in front of Dominic and fired a bolt of blue fire directly into the dragon’s fire. The volkaane fire did not stop the dragonfire, but it split the stream in two, causing it to pass harmlessly on either side of Dral and Dominic.

but the Cenotes of Draconia were massive alright just as much as they were beautiful, housing over two thousand sea and air dragons, with emerald and aqua marine tinges here and there adding a glow to the place that was almost ethereal. So impressive were the monuments that, for almost a minute, Killian almost forgot that he was being led by two very angry men towards their Lord... he almost forgot the hissing and the scowls that followed him as the dragon horde, descendants of the ancient Ghidorah looked down on him, a few brave ones murmuring the words ‘what is he doing here?’ and a couple of other expletives that would have made the human society blush a dark shade of red. As Killian pass

Tove asked. Sweetcheeks shrugged. "I don't know. Like I said, I've only known one other." I turned to Drace. "Do you have someone you trust who could share their information with us?" She nodded. "Yeah. But it will take him a hot minute to get here. He's in Ireland with my thunder." "Thunder?" Sweetcheeks asked. I was glad she asked first. I had no idea what Drace was talking about. "A thunder of dragons. Much like a herd of sheep or cattle. A murder of crows. The official name for a group of dragons." Drace smiled. "I can call him, have him start flying over."

I said to her as I walked closer to her and pulled her into a hug. "I know," she sighed and hugged me back. "Stay out of trouble, we'll be back late tonight," I said to her and Hannah. Jay and Thomas would lurk around the house until we got back home. "Where are you going?" Chris asked me. "The Drake most probably," I said and she nodded. The Drake was a dragonkin club that we owned. We were still underage so we always went in through the back door and drank in the basement where we also had illegal fights happening. The fights brought in big money and upstairs was the exclusive club that was a legitimate business.

It's perfect for me because even with his larger build and greater strength, I'm a worthy opponent in human form. Drakon heads to the center of the room with his back to the egg. I want him as far away from Pepper's son as possible. Drakon's silver eyes give away his intent a second before he charges in low. I leap over him and turn. My foot is up and I land a solid kick to his back which sends him toward Pepper.

“Is that a fucking dragon?” It was black, a darker shadow against the night sky, but the moonlight glittered over its scales, and its eyes and throat glowed gold and red with fire. The driver swerved as the dragon plunged suddenly downwards, and the car pulled to a sudden stop. As the dragon regained height in the sky overhead, Lyric grabbed the gun out of the man’s shocked hands, and slammed the hilt into his face, causing him to cry out in pain. She flicked the safety and shot the driver through the head, spraying blood out over the windows.

The existence of the fabled Dragon King certainly did, considering she had seen what had been the unmistakable shape of a titanic white-and-gold reptilian head crashing up from the ground back in the Imperial City. “So you know about Tet.” She began to pace back and forth. “And you know about me, too.” “Hm…a little. You’re a hard one to crack.” “But you told me I was a Druid. Obviously, you know more about me than you should. Is there more?”