Dragon Heart Novels & Stories

“Were you planning on placing her before the king without warning her what to expect? Did you want her to be traumatized all over again when King Edgar turns into a dragon in order to fly up to his chair, only to revert back to a man when he is seated? Did you intend to keep her in the dark about what she carries in her belly? Believe me, son, if she was not pregnant before, I cannot believe she is not now. Venom or not. You have been with her far too many times for your seed not to take hold. She says she loves you. How can she love you when she knows not what you truly are? You must tell her and you must tell her now.” “Your king turns into a dragon?” she gasped as she inched away from

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

She told me that it had been a while since her dragon was out. “I just worry. I haven’t shifted in so long.” I state. “Everything is going to be fine. My dragon is terribly excited to meet Gemma.” Dray says. “Oh shit, I just realized that I don’t know the names of your dragons.” I blurt out. “Grendel is my dragon's name,” Dray tells me. “My dragon’s name is Haldor,” Drake states.

"I want you to tell me the story of the dragons again. I know it's a legend now, but I like to call it a story." I see her smiling. "It has been years since you asked me for it," she states. "I thought I grew up enough for stories." "And now what has changed?" "I have started to forget it, and I want to refresh it in my memory again. There is a point that I have entirely forgotten, and I want to recover it ". "Fine then. Here it comes. Many years ago, dragons discovered the supreme good that the Earth could offer to any of its creatures. A red gem, which the king of dragons named "The Heart of Magic" because of its shape, resembled a heart.

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

It was a sigil. Round, but malformed. Spilling out into writing I didn’t know, splintered by decay. At the center was a symbol that crawled at something deep in my neck, two dragons, one consuming the other, locked in an endless cycle of blooming thorns. I didn’t know it. But I knew it. Knew it by memory stolen from my bones. “Draven.” His boots were by my side before my boots touched the ground. He didn’t ask what I had discovered. Didn’t need to. He stared.

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.

In dark window less extensively large chamber, King Erlenduris was busy conducting some ritual with his five disciples, it was dark room but was entirely illuminated by several torch lamp that were set up on walls of their surroundings, there was a big circular water pool in-between this room, King five disciples who were full wearing body covering green cloak had surrounded this pool in circle… King Erlenduris on other hand was standing naked in middle of this pool with his hand wide open and head thrown back and eyes shut closed, King and his all five disciples were busy chanting some spells. Jasmine was trying hard to figure out what was happening when she spotted Draco lying unconsciou

Unconsciously, his hand slapped to his chest. He gripped the ancient family heirloom dangling from his neck. A long, thick rope chain with a yellow diamond—a replicate of a miniature version of a dragon egg—rested at the center of his chest. The chain had been a gift from his father at birth. Unlike most diamonds, the one from the Dragos house was shaped in the form of a dragon’s eye. He gasped as the shift to his animal swept through him. It had been so long—months—since he’d woken. The dragon had finally reappeared.

They looked like rickety monsters, with their glass eyes shot out, sporting a toothless hollow grin, dwarfing her. Her red, ornately embellished wedding dress, slowing her down. Her red dupatta (stole paired on an Indian dress) sweeping the ground, wet and heavy with the slick and rust. With her service Glock 17 handgun, cradled in her sweaty hands, she was quite a sight to look at.