Dragon Hood Novels & Stories

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

Above the collar of his dark dress shirt, I could see tattoos of strange dark runes peaking out along his pale skin. The man beside him had shaggy chocolate brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. A red and plaid shirt stretched tightly over his broad shoulders. I didn’t need to see his face to know who he was. My throat tightened and my heart raced in my chest. What was my boss from Moonlight doing in a dragon’s lair? Lucian let out a low growl and I knew that he was feeling my panic. Drake shifted on the couch, slowly turning to face me. His eyes widened and I looked down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

"I’m going to get you out. I swear it." "No," Helena gasped, shaking her head violently. "No, you can't. You have to run. You have to leave Oakhaven." "I’m not leaving you." "Listen to me!" Helena whispered, straining against her chains. "The Emperor... he isn't just taking the blood. He’s making something. I heard them. The Inquisitors." "Making what?" "A vessel," Helena said, her voice trembling. "They call it the God-Shell. They need dragon blood to forge it, but they need the Source to fill it. They know I’m not the Source, Saoirse. They know!"

Damon's Pov Pt 1 Damon's lineage traced back to the very roots of Crestwood, a town steeped in the legacy of his forefathers. From a young age, he had been groomed to inherit the responsibilities and privileges that came with his family name. Their ancestral estate, perched atop the highest hill overlooking the town, was a symbol of their prosperity—a sprawling mansion surrounded by manicured gardens and shaded by ancient oak trees.

“What’s the problem that you need someone like Jericho?” I asked Bo. “There’s this new supplier trying to take over the market in Stony Island. He works from the back of a beauty store on East 95th Street,” he said to me and lowered his voice. “Problem is, he comes out to smoke maybe three times a day but he’s always surrounded by his people.” “Send me the details,” I said and Bo blinked a few times. “For real? How much?” he asked me.

I squirted water from a bottle into his face and he gingerly opened his eyes and looked around in complete bewilderment. “Oliver Carnegie, you have hereby been charged with the distribution of illegal substances to humans and have been found guilty,” Felix said. “You’re not dragonkin,” Oliver spat at him. “But I am,” I said as I emerged from the shadows. “You’re a traitor to your own kind,” he said with disgust. “My name’s Ryder Grey and I’ll be your executioner today,” I said as his dragon separated from him and roared at me. “He just had to go there,” Felix said as he leaned back against the van.

Most believe it was a symbol of hope for everyone. Although it was focused on Dragons, other supernatural used this time to show everyone they weren’t a threat either. Witches would use their powers to create beautiful fireworks and other special effects. Shifters would shift in front of the humans and run under the Dragons to join in the parade. The world parade was something everyone looked forward to every year, but this year I was looking forward to it more. This will be the first time my daughter will be able to show her Dragon. The reason she was named Angel was due to the fact that her Dragon was an Angel Aura quartz color.

Once Felix entered the inner courtyard to gather the others, Hanson whispered angrily, "What were you thinking, Dennis? Are you trying to embarrass the Dragon Slayer Organization?" Dennis replied, "No, Mister Hanson. That wasn't my intention, but if Lord Horne secretly frees that dragon clan cultivator in the inner courtyard, won't we end up empty-handed?" "Don't worry. I can detect the presence of dragon aura, so I won't let him escape," Hanson assured him. Hanson appeared very confident compared to Dennis. There had not been a dragon clan cultivator in Buck Town for nearly a thousand years. They would certainly earn great merit if they managed to find one, and they might have a chance to g

" This is the Dragon World Liana. Those are the Lanterns of their Life, spread over their world. " I understood exactly what the Hooded figure wanted me to do. I was supposed to look for Damian's light. " Why are there lights that have different hues ? " I asked. " Dragons have the brightest yellow light when they are the strongest. Their shades and hues change with their age or physical condition. " Suddenly I noticed a very tiny light flicker in the outskirts. It was more greenish than a yellow. Before I could wonder about that, my eyes fell on the light just beside it.

That was because he was from the True Dragon Clan, one of the three celestial monsteriods. The true dragon clan was originally the king of the monsteroids. They possessed extreme speed and naturally had the ability to control thunder and water energy. They were regarded as invincible among all. Standing in front of Leigh at that moment was Drake Wyrmthorn, the son of the current Monsteriod King Keith Wyrmthorn in Thunderpeak Region. Not only was Drake Wyrmthorn born under the bloodline of the True Dragon Clan, he was also from the extremely rare Golden Dragon Bloodline under the True Dragon Clan.