Dragon Hunt Book Novels & Stories

The one my mother told about in the story. Seeing the diamond graffiti written in dark red liquid on its temple, I know it was that dragon. The vetrik Jihn drakon. Its chest began to appear red as if the beast swallowed tons of coals on its throat. Its eyes glowed dark while its huge snout began to open in what seemed to be prepared to release something.

The book was about the history of this continent, 613 years ago the 7 heroes used the body of a dragon to sealed this continent so others cannot entre and people cannot go out, the reason was because this continent was in war with another continent and they lose this was so the heroes demande the help of dragons to save the innocent people in this continent, only one dragon come to help he is the red dragon he save them but in the end he get injured, the 7 heroes killed him and used his body to seal the continent, and to justify what they did they said that the dragon was the one who attack and à phœnix helped them. Also in this book it's mentioned that the heroes regrets what they have done

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

Filled with fire and volcanos as far as the eye could see. Until one day, when in every corner of the world, a blood-freezing howl was heard. No one knows how, but a great beast had made his nest at the top of the tallest Vulcano in Valaria. A dragon... It terrorized travelers for decades until a young prince from the southern kingdom set on an adventure to kill the beast. For years and years, no one heard from him and all assumed he was dead. Until the prince reappeared. Riding the dragon he tamed and bearing the flags of all the other kingdoms he conquered alone, building the empire of Valaria.

With the knowledge of his past lives he had deduced that the birthmark of the dragons must have appeared on his wrist when he turned 18, and that was why the Prophets had been able to locate him. And the mages this time must have remembered their past mistakes and made him undetectable so that the Prophets could not spot him until he was strong enough to defend himself... Just the fact that the golden dragon was on Astoria, which was a world in the intermediate plane of existence, showed how careful the humans had been.

I had to brace myself. “You planning on walking off?” he asked. “Not today.” “That’s reassuring.” I glanced sideways at him. “You don’t think I’d jump.” He studied my face more carefully then. “Should I?” I returned my gaze to the sea. “Do you think your dragon could catch me?” Silence. “Catch you,” he repeated slowly. “Yes.” “Why would I need to catch you?” “I read a book once,” I said. “About cliff diving. People leaping into water from heights like this.”

I released a ragged breath, a tear escaping my left eye. "I. Said. Beg for it witch." His eyes reflected a dark shade of red, sending heat signals all over my body. I felt like a werewolf and he was my mate. He is the hunter and I'm the pray. But in the case he is a dragon and I am a witch... what an unlikely alliance we have. He rubbed my clitoris vigorously, his finger moving so fast... from tiny clitoris to the opening of my cunt, causing a higher frequency of lust and pleasure to arise in my body.

He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate. Madchen on the other hand, was mesmerized by her handsome dark suitor, who claimed he loved her. Maybe dragons were more passionate than humans ever dreamed, and maybe she had fallen under his magical spell, and she was hopelessly smitten by this magical being who wrapped her protectively in his shiny onyx wings. “I see she didn’t get far,” Madchen pulled away from Drago’s arms, to find Nick standing there, shiny crimson wings unfolded from his back. He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on.

She was determined to tell the story in chronological order and jumping ahead to admit Jim was a vampire just wouldn’t do. Lizzy showed great interest when Chloe told of Tristan’s dreaming of her and how he went so far as to profess loving her. She asked quite a few questions about the atmosphere and conditions of inner-earth, as well as the occupants. Discovering that Tristan’s people were able to turn into dragons didn’t seem to faze her in the least. In fact, it pleased her.