Dragon Heart Book Novels & Stories

If there was no bite on the back of her neck, Hana thought it was all a dream. That evening, Hana finds a small abandoned cave. From the traces left, Hana thought that this was the nest of the snakes. They may have gone out, so there were only three eggs inside the nest. Hana had just taken a nap when her body warmed up. The blood is constantly circulating. The skin is like someone is burning red. Blood poured out of the pores and dropped every drop on the stone floor. Hana realizes that there is a small black dragon in her head that is gradually waking up. Blood from all over the place was pouring toward the head. A faint yellow circle appeared. The dragon seemed to want to wake up. Hana wr

Dark crimson ink stained the surface—so deep it almost looked wet. Rowan unrolled it carefully, her breath catching as she saw the first words etched in jagged script: “When the Dragonheart dies unbound, fire consumes all.” Her hands trembled. “Nyra… look.” The text stretched on, written in strange rhymes, half prophecy and half warning: “She who bears the fire without bond Shall break the sky and scorch the land. Her cry shall shatter kingdoms, Her heart, unclaimed, shall fall to ash.” Nyra’s face paled as she traced the burned edges. “This isn’t just poetry. This… this happened.”

"Roosevelt, lost in madness, stared with eyes full of bloodlust. Eloise smiled, mocking him. 'I told you I would ruin you, Your Majesty. May bitterness and sorrow be your eternal companions.'" Micha's brows tightened. "She provoked a man who already lost everything. That's suicide." The next lines formed slowly, dramatically. A roar shook the skies. Not human. Not beast. Ancient. "A dragon appeared. Black scales, silver eyes, wings stretching wider than any castle. It landed with pride, lowering itself before Roosevelt." Both of us froze. A dragon. A real dragon. Even the book seemed to tremble on the page. The dark-winged creatures bowed. The dragon bowed to Roosevelt.

I knew, the moment I laid eyes on her again, that something had been awoken within her. I don’t know if I’m concerned, excited or kind of numb by the realisation, but I do know that I read about those traits in one place, and one place only. The Dragon Chronicles, or ‘pamphlet’ as Gabe called it, and now the name has stuck. Gabe and Hunter will never be trusted to name anything, because the names they give most things are either dripping with sarcasm or unnecessarily vulgar.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

Uncle Lucifer said in a low rumbling growl. “Uncle?” Brair asked as we all drew back, fearing an angry Uncle Lucifer. Lucifer sighed, placing the book gently on the coffee table. “That book,” he said, his gaze distant, “details the war and the findings of Draconis Cor—a cult dedicated to preserving the Prophecy of the Dragon.” Uncle Lucifer explained bluntly. “What is the prophecy of the dragon?” Millie asked as she leaned over to look at the book.

Instantly, a powerful pressure full of ferocious aura surged from the iron box! The iron box also shook violently with a loud clanging sound. Roger raised his hand and pressed it in the air! The iron box went quiet. Then, the iron box was opened. Inside was a pure black stone that looked like a heart. It was flickering with red and black lights. “Dragon Heart!” Christian shouted and took immediate action, grabbing the Dragon Heart inside the box with one hand! “How dare you?!” Roger roared and struck out with his palm that carried the might of lightning, giving a blast that went straight for Christian’s stomach!

How I would love to lace my fingers through her hair, pull her head back and watch her wide eyes glaze over with defiance. It was a good look on her. And I would do anything to keep the fire inside of her burning. But it's not my place. I couldn't protect her from the future her parents had planned for her. The beast writhed under my skin, the ink tingling and undulating. How the dragon within me wanted to protect her like she was a part of my hoard. The treasure amongst the gold and jewels. I could imagine Evelyn, with freckled thighs and sun-kissed cheeks, lounging across the gold like she belonged there.

She’s My Fire Book 2 of the Harmony Moon Series Prolog *** NINETEEN YEARS AGO *** Harper watched as the dragon elders worked to extract their prince out of the terminal stone. It has been a few months now, but they are finally close. That poor child. He has been stuck in that stone for centuries. The elders couldn’t just crack the stone open. They were afraid that it may harm the child.

Dark magic indeed, but I had come too far now to falter. With an apologetic whisper to any watching ancestors, I poured the substance across the safe's surface, completing the blasphemous ritual step-by-step just as Fox commanded. The engraved dragons appeared to twist and grimace in the flickering shadows. An agonizing minute crawled past. Then the sealed door swung open silently on oiled hinges. Shock rooted me in place briefly before I darted inside, scanning the shelves frantically. There, dusty and unremarkable - the Book of the Forgotten. Lore banned for the prophecies of chaos it contained. Exactly as promised.