Dragon Heart Novels & Stories

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.

I yell, watching as the harpoon turns toward Ylys. Bynjym screams angrily and a bronze dragon, Vyctyr, who is closest to the turret where the harpoon is located, flies down, snatching the soldier manning the harpoon into his mouth and swallowing him whole. I know from experience that the dragon will vomit up the steal of the soldier’s uniform later.

A torrent of steaming hot blood. With all the strength I could muster, I tossed my head aside, alleviating the weight from my brow. A dark hole glistened in the dragon’s throat. The blood streaming down my face sizzled, staining my fur. The pain was enough to bring tears to my eyes, but I didn’t care. The dragon had impaled itself on the only physical aspect I had inherited from my mother—my spiraling, opalescent unicorn horn, now glistening a violent red.

"Actually, you didn't really need to know about it before now. Dragons hit sexual maturity at 21, and you've only recently turned 21. As for having children, all I know is that when a dragon gets pregnant, it takes them three months to lay the egg and that a week before due, it's impossible to stay in human form in order to have the egg. Also, female dragons can only have five children in their life and only one child at a time. So it's impossible for a dragon to get pregnant again for the next five years after having an egg." "That's a lot to take in. So I can only have five children?" "Yes. Because egg shells are made with pure mana, it puts a tax on the body, and it can only withstand fiv

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

Dinh. The lock opened, and Hana stroked Zeci's horn, "Good job, Zeci. Donate for you two jars of lotus honey." Zeci happily rubbed its horn into Hana's hand to signify its pleasure. Hana didn't have much time left, so she slipped quickly inside and closed the door. Hana lit up the room by Worn, Hana watched for a moment as she spotted the location of the red stone. It was on the second floor to the left, and without hesitation, Hana went up to the second floor and gripped a block of red stone with her hand. Immediately the dragon that had always been asleep in Hana's head suddenly woke up. It roared into a long, loud sound that cracked Hana's headache. Hana bent down and hugged her head tigh

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off. Harold has a lot of Eaters surrounding him every day. Today, I am fighting six of them with my bare hands and the skills that was left in me for decades of trainings. I cannot let them eat another portion of Harold’s mind and heart. He must think of the happy thoughts; he is running fast from the owner of the bag he just stole with. He was fourteen years old, homeless and starving. He run out from the orphanage he is staying to find his sister, but he failed. Thus, he was walking and begging on the busy street of Toronto.

“Aurora and a dragon warrior’s daughter.” Drake stepped forward then, not aggressively, but deliberately placing himself at Elaina’s side. “And she did not come alone,” he said calmly and the four pairs of eyes turned toward him. He had let her speak because the was her battle but that didn't mean he wouldn't support her. Elaina’s voice strengthened by his presence, she glanced at him gratefully and said “This is Drake, he is the dragon Xavier captured. He has taken his estrus to build a powerful weapon that will reign terror on everyone”