Dragon Hunt Book Novels & Stories

I whispered again. “Angel, you see? It’s nothing. Just relax. It’s just a book playing with your emotions.” I closed the book and placed it on the table, turning it to the back cover. My heartbeat picked up again. Then— I froze. There. A symbol. Small. Barely noticeable. At the back of the book. A dragon. My breath caught. It looked exactly like the one on Drake’s back. Not similar. Not close. The same. I froze.

Lena The musty smell of ancient books and crackling fire enveloped me as I sat across from Hunter in his vast library. My shoulders ached from pouring over dusty manuscripts for hours, yet I was no closer to uncovering the mysterious secrets of bonding between dragon and keeper. Hunter droned on about obscure rituals, deliberately speaking in vague generalities that revealed nothing of true import. I stifled a yawn, struggling to focus. This lesson was proving as fruitless as all the rest.

Canary asked. "There's a way of defeating Dhruv," he rephrased his sentence, opening the book on the table. "I found this book here in the basement, hidden in my great grandfather as​sem​blage, and it has tales about Dhruv, including the curse of Dhruv that led to the extinction of the Faes." "How does that have anything to do with defeating Dhruv?"

"Oh, besides what I already knew about how possessive and protective dragons can be towards their families, there are also a few things that are new to me… like how you collect things and treasure them. Judging by the size of Richard's library, one of the things he collects are books?" "You're right. Books and the knowledge they keep are one of the greatest treasures in the world, making the books about the supernatural even more valuable." Henry added, enjoying how much desire Elizabeth had for knowledge about his world. "What else?" "Well, I came across one very interesting paragraph that says…" Elizabeth hesitated a bit, "that dragons are known for kidnapping young, virgin maidens…" she d

My stomach is growling demanding food. “Alright we can continue this first thing in the morning,” dad looks at us sternly. “Do not be late.” Dad then tosses a very old book at me. “What’s this,” I ask. “That book holds the history of all the realms. What creatures live where, details about each creature and what powers they possess. I want you to specifically read about the dragons. There are six types of dragons aside from the silver dragons and they all have different powers.” Dad then tossed a binder at Owen. “That is a copy of the book but only has the dragon information. You need to read up too. I expect you both to read about each of the dragons and what powers they possess. You’ll nee

Anyway, I first opened the book about dragons so that after I finished reading this one, I will have a vague idea of it's parts and characteristics before reading the next book which is about the legendary knight who defeated a dragon centuries ago At the cover, there's a thick printed letters which was paired by a little holden dragon illustration. Wihtout that much tjought, I opened the first page. There, there was an author itroduction which I wouldn't mention anymore I tuned the page once again and read the contents properly. While I was doing so, I can't helo but frown on how hard this one can be understand. But despite of it, I don't have a choice but to read this and understand eceey

Raven’s breath quickened as her hands reached instinctively for the dagger at her hip, but before she could draw it, a spark of fire split the night. The figure froze mid-stride. The shadows curled around them, recoiling like frightened animals, as a roar that shook the very air tore through the forest. Raven stumbled back, eyes wide, staring at the impossible. From the heart of the trees, a shape emerged. Massive wings, scales that shimmered like molten bronze, claws that gleamed sharper than obsidian, eyes blazing with golden fire was the full form of Malrik, the dragon. The ground quaked beneath him as he stepped forward, his roar echoing into the mountain peaks, shaking the leaves from t

Then Black Dragon spoke. “Hello. I’m Black Dragon of Dark Knight, 18. But just call me JD outside.” He said with a smirk. I gulped. He’s not even offering his hand for us to shake. He’s not even sharing anything more about himself. Just like that. His aura radiates confidence and no fear. But I can also sense a feeling of excitement and loneliness at the same time. I shook my head. It’s confusing. I sighed. Sean-hyung looked at me. “Something wrong, Hawkeye?” he asked.

The roar that left my lips was filled with my rage, with my power. The END but the story continues in book two Her Trapped Dragon