Dragon Games Apple White Novels & Stories

Jhogo shouted at the crowd from horseback, snapping his whip, "make way, make way for the Mother of Dragons. Reclining on cool satin cushions, Xaro Xhoan Daxos poured ruby-red wine into matched goblets of jade and gold, his hands sure and steady despite the sway of the palanquin. "I see a deep sadness written upon your face, my light of love." He offered her a goblet. "Could it be the sadness of a lost dream

The wolves gather around as Ophelia raises her hands and says, please Welcome our lost Dragon King and Queen. The wolves Howl around us as each of the witches binds our hand together with coloured ribbons; Ophelia’s is green, then a red one is bound around us, then a blue one, which I now know is the colour of Dylan’s dragon and lastly a gold coloured ribbon is wrapped around our joined hands, I raise an eyebrow unsure of why one is gold, Ophelia smiles as she says “Our Dragon heir” Our baby Dragon will be gold…. The head witch raises her hand to the sky before she says,

"This briefing will be the next mission due to deploy in three weeks' time. Based on intel we have received; the Dragons have been remobilized." The room mumbles. "From our intel, they now have a new Alpha." He clicks the remote. A picture of Desmond White is posted. His almost black eyes glaring into the soul of everyone here. "Desmond White. Originally thought to be the Dragon's Gamma, now believed to be their Alpha. We have a location on where he will be and where we can capture him." He clicks the button. "The abandoned town of Black Lake. Surrounded by forest on three fronts. Intel says White, with an army of Dragons and Rogues are headed to this town. Assuming to wipe it out and make a

Apple pointed at Drex with a trembling hand. “He isn't terrifying at all! Don't you think he’s handsome?” I teased. Apple looked Drex up and down, from the tips of his ears to the end of his tail. “He’s handsome, sure, but those ears and that thing on his back? Very weird!” “It’s a tail! So your name is Apple, huh? I'm Drex!” He reached out a hand, but Apple only wanted to know about the fierce, sharp-toothed wolf from the day before. After a brief debate and Drex’s unanswered questions about what the dwarves were digging for, Apple simply gave an unfriendly huff.

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

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

Lizzy mused. “They looked at me as if I was a bug to squash,” Chloe said bitterly. “Perhaps, if they knew your origin, they’d think differently,” Lizzy offered. “Now, tell me about the dragon part. How marvelous to be able to transform into such a majestic beast. How very lucky. Did you know that there is a planet in the Oobla galaxy that has some of the most advanced scientific minds in the universe and these minds are housed within the bodies of dragons? Your Tristan is a blessed soul.”

he responds. I'm thrilled he can hear me. It must be his magic, though I'm sad at his answer. To have this ability and not use it would cause too much suffering for me. I must think positive thoughts while around him, so I start asking questions while we swoop through the sky. "Tell me the colors of the other dragons." "Goddess have mercy," he growls. "Bastian is red, Laryn blue, and Tahr silver." I'm on a roll. "Do you ever fly together?"

“It is a military post. They will have nothing stronger than ale there, or their ranks would fall apart. The only people more partial to dwarf spirits than Daerton would be dwarves, and it’s just as addictive to them.” “About the only people unaffected by dwarf spirits are dragons,” Roan slid Aurien a look of pure mischief. “I find it does not suit my palate,” my dragon replied archly. He drank the whiskey from my tankard as well as his own, as if it were water. I was relieved he did so, I had barely wet my lips with it, and my stomach had rebelled. “What is this collar that you spoke of?” I asked Aurien.

On prom night, she finally had him. One perfect, breathless night with the son of the King Alpha — the boy she’d loved from afar for years. She woke up the next morning a completely different Omega. Softer. Heavier. Plus-size. When she went to him, trembling with hope, he looked her up and down and laughed. “I never slept with a big pig like you.” Her heart shattered. Then the new student arrived — the son of the King Dragon. Cold, powerful, and dangerously interested. And when the pregnancy test turned positive… he didn’t hesitate. He took what the Alpha threw away. Now the rejected Omega belongs to the Dragon. And the Alpha who discarded her is about to learn what it means to los