Dragon Guardians Novels & Stories

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

He was doing that on purpose. “Alright, you know the rules,” Dominic said, and they nodded. “Go!” He gave the sign, and they started fighting. Arman is a golden dragon, and Adam is something green. “My cousin is an Emerald dragon, a top protector, his mate, Queen Talia, Arman's is the Amethyst Princess… the tale goes that she was bound to die, all of them, never making it, over and over… until now…” Urien whispered, and I looked at Adam under a new light. He was not the ordinary royal, yet he was impressive. A warrior, like Urien, but on steroids. He was stronger, sharper.

Her eyes never left her husband who was leaning against his chair. “We've ruled this kingdom for nine hundred years before Vincent's father took over. And now, his son." Mr Gael started. He pushed to rest his face on his right hand with a long sigh. " I've never set my eyes on a dragon this huge Roseline. That dragon isn't a shifter. It's what we have been looking for for the past generations,” he concluded. Roseline dropped the teacup on the well polished jade tray and raised her head to meet his eyes. "What are you trying to suggest? Coincidence happen–”

The force of her truth cut deeper than flame or fang. Cheyenne’s emerald gaze swept across them all, her voice the calm center of the storm. “Do you see now? This isn’t just about wolves. It never was. Dragons. Witches. Vampires. Phoenixes. Horses. And me.” She lifted her chin, power glowing under her skin. “We are the Guardians. And if you dishonor one, you dishonor all.” The six of them stood shoulder to shoulder, the weight of their combined power suffocating, undeniable.

His jaw was clenched as he turned away from me and Sin stepped forward, lacing his fingers with mine. “It’ll be okay.” “You can’t promise me that.” I said, blinking my eyes to hold back the tears. Tears weren’t what was needed, I needed to be strong for my mates. For our flock. We followed Marcus into the living room, Louis was already there with two dragons that fit comfortably into the living room. It was strange to see him talking with two enormous fairytale creatures the way he was. His words were low and I couldn’t hear them. The large dark green almost black one dipped its head to him, its corn-flower blue eyes sparkled. It’s body bunched down before it launched itself into the sky, I

Golden wings folded around its body. Its massive head lowered. The Empress rested one hand against its scales. "Old friend." The dragon answered with a soft rumble. "I know." She closed her eyes. Golden light flowed from her palm into the dragon. Its scales shone brighter. The light spread across its body like flowing sunlight. The darkness finally reached them. The Guardian met it head-on. Gold collided with black. This time the valley exploded with light. The blast forced everyone to shield their eyes. When my vision cleared, the Guardian still stood.

His long coat moves softly around him as he crosses into this world, his bi-colored eyes immediately finding mine across the clearing. But he is not alone. Behind him— Others follow. Fae warriors step through the bridge in quiet formation, their movements graceful and deadly, armor shimmering faintly with ancient magic. And among them— Dragons. Not the dragons of Emberhold. These dragons carry the scent of the other realm, their wings darker, their presence heavy with the old power that shaped the world before the barrier was ever raised. They land along the edges of the clearing, watching everything carefully. The army behind my father is not large.

she moved her attention to the other side of the plate, "These are dragons. And this here, what looks like a modest crown…." "Ok, honey, but what this all means? What is it?" Ethan was the first one to voice what everyone thought. Once she was back on the sofa, she spoke: "Roughly? A daughter of the dragon will tame the fire. And I'm pretty sure that fire here is not a literal fire." Everyone took their seats, still not understanding what this was all about. Kate and Richard were staring at Sarah long enough for everyone else to notice, so they looked at Sarah too.

“They’re all dead. We were only there for a day before the dragons found us. It was in the middle of the night and I had left to take a leak when they attacked.” “Did you guys get any information before the attack?” I ask. “Just what we saw. There were mostly guard dragons but there was one red haired girl that stood out. She wore a crown, so we assumed she was the Dragon Queen or something,” he shrugs. Dragon Princess, my wolf corrects. “Why did she stand out?” My Beta asks. “She can manipulate fire better than any of the other dragons, and she is the one who has been training their warriors,” he says.

It made him panic. Darryl cracked a smile when he noticed White Tiger King’s flustered expression. "White Tiger King, this is called the Trap Dragon Thorn. These Trap Dragon Thorns were specially invented by humans to deal with the Green Dragon clan. Once being stabbed, any powerful dragon will inevitably lose the ability to fly. I believe it is very painful. Even the Green Dragon clan could not bear the torture of the Trap Dragon Thorn. Would you like to try it?” Darryl said slowly to make himself clear as he had a relaxed expression on his face.