Dragon Heart Novels & Stories

Sylar walked up to me and opened the bottle up. "This is catnip. Dragons are sort of like cats, big cats. This stuff will make any angry dragon calm and relax with a huge smile on it's face. You can give him a pinch of this to play with when he's angry, hard to handle, or misbehaving. You should keep this on you at all times. I should warn you though that older dragons get too happy from this and it'll drive them to want to mate so make sure you don't give this to him when he's older because it won't work. Trust me, you don't want to see a dragon in his mating season. That's where a typical dragon is depicted. Hoards of treasure, possessiveness, dominance, fire, massive size, a huge bed to g

Lihont laughed as he watched how Naelis and the others were desperately trying to break his defense. He turned his attention back to the altar where Corin was chained. Corin was struggling so hard that the metal chains were cutting into his skin, his red eyes were full of tears and hate. Lihont slowly picked up the heavy glass cup filled with Darcy’s blood, as it was the most important part of the ritual. To bring back the Dark Lord, the person on the altar had to drink the blood of someone they loved more than anything else. And Corin truly loved Darcy, so her blood was perfect.

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

They also had a bottled-up anger on these filthy undead blood suckers. The castles, palaces,houses and forests everything was set on fire. Vampires were running for their life but eventually getting caught up in hell fire breathing dragons. Suddenly Drystan jumps off his dragon as the pair of blue wings pierced out his back, surprising everyone there. Loren held his breath in awe when Drystan started chanting the destruction spell. Drystan's long blue hair emitted the powerful icy aura, sending the child down the spines. Between the two hands of Drystan formed two round spheres. Each having glassy compositions of mana infusion. Drystan opened his dark black eyes which had blue iris.

She didn't turn when I entered. "Come here," she said. I crossed the room and stopped beside her, looking down into the pit. The glowing substance moved slowly, churning like lava but without the heat I would have expected. Standing this close, I should have been burning. Instead, I felt nothing but a faint warmth on my skin. "Do you know what this is?" the Primarch asked. "No." "This is the heart of our mountain. The source of Drakari's power." She turned to look at me, her gold eyes reflecting the glow. "Every dragon who lives in these courts draws their fire from this pit. It connects us, sustains us, makes us what we are."

The hairs on her arms stood up just thinking about that murderous look in his eyes. Sure, she had seen Zarek angry before, but this was different. The way his bulging muscles looked in the low light reminded her that he was someone to be feared. A pulse had throbbed on the side of his neck while he stood there cracking his knuckles, those golden pools practically glowing. She hadn’t been afraid of Zarek; at least until she found out he was Dragonkin, a big one, too. Imagining that body of his being used for lethal force sent shivers down her spine.

She was blushing hard while her eyes were drooling over me from head to toe. "You like what you see, little Berry?" I asked her and that was when she came back to her senses. She looked at my face and her face turned beat red. She quickly pulled the comforter over her head and hid herself inside the comforter. I walked towards the closet while shaking my head. I was laughing hysterically at her innocent lust. Yes, I could see it in her eyes and I could smell it all over her. She was attracted to me. It was not her fault though. I was a dragon. Even if I had lost my powers, still I was the dragon's blood. It was in our DNA. Women were always attracted to us. As if we had some sort of chick ma

UNKNOWN FIGURE : Oh my, forgive my manners… I completely forgot to introduce myself A dark figure drops down not too far from where Elijah stood, when the figure arose Elijah could finally make out its physical appearance; the figure was quite humanoid with a few alterations like having a horn protruding from the middle of his forehead, also there were horns protruding out of his elbows with his skin having tiny bumps throughout, his irises where red, his nails seemed like those of a wild beast with a wicked smile on his face… UNKNOWN FIGURE : My name is Draco, I am a member of the NAMED ELIJAH : Draco??... I don’t think I know you and what the hell is the Named?? DRACO : Oh you do know me,

said king Damien . " An important object ? What's that ? " asked Charlotte . " It's called the crystal of power . You must have heard from the maids that the portal to the human world is closed . The reason why it is closed is because the energy of the crystals in the dragon world is too much and it's draining the energy of the crystal of power . The crystal of power is the heart of the dragon world that gives energy to all of the other crystals . You must have already understood that we use the crystals as daily accessories that help us with both minor and big jobs . " said king Damien .

he murmurs. “More than a fire dragon. I haven’t had a chance to tell everyone what I found in her DNA, but unlike a fire dragon who has three points for fire, she has five,” Everett says. Yhendorn stops for a moment, letting that tidbit of information settle into his mind before he starts pacing again. We all stay quiet, watching him as he paces and thinks. “Yhendorn?” Kenna asks quietly.