Dragon Evolution Novels & Stories

Fremont's powers were proof that he was far more skilled and knowledgeable about the dragon clan than Wilbur was. Wilbur had a thought all of a sudden. Fremont might have been from a dynasty from a thousand years ago, but he might still be alive now. This senior was definitely a better cultivator than Wilbur and should have mastered an even more powerful dragon aura than regular spiritual energy. A thousand years was not really that long. After all, the virus, David, had been a product of the seventh civilization on Earth. Planet Earth had been around for four billion years, and it was unclear how many different civilizations there had been. The people of this civilization of the planet mere

And while that has made things better, it’s still not done. We lost many dragons in the beginning. Everett tried very hard to save them, but they were killed so quickly that he had a hard time finding where the explosive was in their brain. When he finally did find it, we realized another issue. These dragons had never shifted. They had been born in the laboratory as dragons, not even from real eggs. They had never shifted and didn’t know how. So, once we knew where the explosive was in the dragon brain, Everett had to try to get it out before it exploded. He nearly lost his own life a couple of times, as he was removing the explosive when it went off.

Zelia and Valerian nodded their head as they were listening closely as the Black Dragon starts talking. "3000 years ago, all dragons has lived in the whole clan. There are a lot of dragons in different clan's and we are living happily, but one thing change when humans starts living here, the human's population got bigger and plenty. They start owning each territories, by dividing it into five clans. When the human found out about our kind, they start hunting us, using our kinds as a tool for the war. Then one human said that if they take the core of the dragon, they will be immortal and strong. They started killing us, taking our core. Our core is the center of our lives, so meaning if they

she asked even though she already had an inkling what it was. “It was a war two centuries ago, a war between the old dragons and the new. The old dragons were the primates who couldn’t shift and mostly acted primal while the new dragons were the evolved forms that could easily shift between human and dragon. The old dragon hated us and called us traitors for having a human side, even though it was not our fault. It was during my father's time so I wasn't really there, he told me everything. The disagreement was too much and it caused a war that lasted for years. It was the worst war in history and it nearly destroyed everything, half the entire dragon realm was reduced to dust and turned int

"My brother Zeus leaves a way out. His legacy is not only for humans." I sensed her calming, though thunder continued to roar and lightning to strike around us. "How shall that work, mother?" She turned away and spoke into the wind, but I heard each word. "Humans were originally created with four legs, four arms, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, my father split them apart, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other half. Dragons have two parts-one beast, the other man, split into two halves. From the day he is born he quests for his soul mate. If a dragon finds his true mate, the curse shall lift for that dragon, but he will only have that chance once every

The bottom pops open and we see three volumes. The Dragon Tale, The Dragon Keeper, The End of Dragons. Teddy and I look at each other. “Grab Volume one, the Dragon Tale,” Teddy huffs. “Why do I feel like this is about to be ridiculous?” “Because it most likely is,” I say, opening the Sliver colored book. Dragons are among the first animals created at the beginning of time. These dragons died if killed and only lived 200 to 300 years. They would have been the only dragons in existence, if not for the selfishness of a goddess.

Another of the fifteen stepped forward, younger, eyes sharp. “Many dragons there have taken human mates,” he said bluntly. “Former Madrigals who returned. Some willingly. Some out of necessity.” My jaw tightened. “They dilute the line.” “They strengthen it,” he countered. “Their offspring shift fully.” A murmur moved through my captains. I silenced it with a look. “And the faction that believes as we do?” I pressed. The elder dragon answered. “Small. Quiet. Fractured.” That was not what I had expected.

she says. “You provided?” I ask. My mate created dragons? “Yes. The reason the dragons all have the ability to manipulate an element is because they were born from their element. The fire and earth dragons came first, which may be why so many assume that they are the stronger dragons. They aren’t, but they were born from the earth when it was at its most volatile. The first dragons rose from the magma in the center of the earth, pulling their forms out of the hot lava as it exploded in volcanic eruptions all around the world,” she says.

“Tell me then. I want to know.” I hadn’t been this assertive since meeting Danny, and he looked at me curiously, as if he was seeing a different side to me. The truth was, I was made of stronger stuff than he thought. At first he had intimidated me. In fact, now knowing what he was, I should have felt even more afraid. But something in me had shifted in me since last night. I didn’t like being kept in the dark. Not making any comment, he decided to give me the answers I had demanded. “Dragons have evolved, just like we have. Except...” I noticed his jaw tighten in anger. “…they have far more power. Despite their limited number.”

And yet, my people were dying because of them. I thought of the high nursery caves in Drakoria. For three hundred years, the nests had been turning cold. Every season, fewer eggs cracked. The ones that did open brought forth hatchlings with twisted wings and dead eyes. Our own fire was eating us alive from the inside out. Without the blood of the First Vessel to anchor our ancient power, the dragon race would be dust before another century passed. Three centuries of war, nine conquered kingdoms, and our survival came down to whatever weak creature was hiding beneath those cracked roof tiles.