Dragon Knights Books Novels & Stories

**This is Book 5 of the Elemental Dragon Series. While this book can be read as a standalone, it is recommended that you read the first four books in the series, starting with The Arena. References to other story lines and past situations will not be reiterated in this story.** I'm standing here in the arena once again, staring at this arrogant asshole who thinks that he can claim me and make me his dragon. This time, it’s an elf prince.

Once Draco left, I thoroughly checked tiny hut, there were empty pots, I hurriedly carried two pots outside and filled them with water from water well that was behind this hut and brought that back in, since it was warm as burning frying pan I decided to take cold water bath, I scrub and cleaned my body clean, once done I washed my gown and hung it up on string that was inside tiny washroom and walked out by wrapping towel around my body, this was thin and short town that was reaching up to my knees. I sat on small wooden stool that was present inside, since Draco was not back yet , I decided to go though my bag, I pulled out all four books that was written by my grandmother on Dark Creature

He pulled the covers up to Pascal’s chin, then settled on the edge of the mattress, picking up the worn picture book from the nightstand—The Knight and the Lonely Dragon. Pascal snuggled closer, head resting against Nikolai’s arm. Nikolai’s voice dropped into that low, steady rhythm perfect for bedtime—calm, unhurried, and each word measured. “Once upon a time, there was a brave little knight named Sir Valor. He rode across the kingdom on his trusty pony, searching for adventure. One day, he heard rumors of a terrible dragon who lived in a dark cave on the mountain, breathing fire and scaring the villagers.”

I thought with a scornful look on my face. "I can't wait to control their feeble mind," Kendra, my dragon, said with an excited look. "For making fun of how I looked." This war had started years ago when I first accidentally found a book titled the first dragons. And then someone helped me to know more about the first dragons, and their history. Everything started with that first book. The book was buried deep in the depth of a library, and that was the only print, I had found out later. The fascination became obsession and the obsession became need.

“Some of the dragon lords were shrewd and used other dragons as body doubles to divert risks from themselves. The dragon kings did them one better. They mastered the ability to scatter their essence or spirit and then bond it within the cells of a human individual. I’m guessing when the Fire from Heaven struck, the four dragon kings hid themselves in the blood of certain jōnins, to be then passed down to their descendants. Now in the Time of Man, the jōnin or their child who carries the spirit of a dragon king within them… they should be the one called Dragonkist.” “Oh… my… kami,” Aki mumbled. “How do you know all these?” “Believe it or not, I read about it in a two-hundred-year-old book wri

"No, that's what the female dragons like to read. I don't have access to warrior books, as only Aaron and his majesty have the keys to the male library." "Hmm, So what are these three books about? Have you read them?" I asked, seeing the first novel was about a princess and a beast, the second book was about a poor lady that had only one wish to marry the wealthiest dragon, and the third one, how to seduce a male dragon.

she said and a tiny dragon of fire appeared in her palm, Danté sat there like a kid watching new toys, the two little dragons so life-like if one wasn't burning and one clearly made of ice and water, he would have been fooled. "Drakania is basically a female dragon, many years ago wizards teamed up with knights and taught them this magic, with the exception that the chant starts either with her speaking Drakania, or him speaking Drakkon, the most famous of them was Merlin" Amber said. "So he wasn't just some foney?" "No, Merlin was just as much a part of the round table as the knights were" she said sitting back again. "Very well" Danté said and Alister continued.

Elaina noticed it and urged him impatiently, “What is it? Can you read the strange language?” Drake's face turned grim and he replied, “I can read it. This book… It belongs to dragons. In fact it is an ancient book written in ancient dragon language that dates back to the first dragon to ever exist. Learning the language is compulsory for dragon kings while growing up so that is how I know it…” he paused and turned to look at Elaina dead in the eyes. “How did humans get a hold of this? Where did you find this again, Elaina?” he asked.

I change into a pair of leather pants and a bra strapping my sword to my waist. While I'm changing, Flavius wanders around the room, lightly brushing his fingers across the many bookshelves I have carved out of the mountain wall. "When I thought of your room, I never thought of so many books. I thought it would be full of weapons and armor," he says jokingly. "I love to read, honestly," I respond. "I’m surprised, though; you even have books written in other languages," he remarks. "There is a lot of great literature that came from the elves and the fae. As a dragon, I am fluent in all languages. I only have to hear the language once, and I can speak it," I tell him nonchalantly.

"Earn it, dragon. Blood starts. Shatter Omega first." His laugh ground stones dark, scarred jaw angling claim-kiss—lips demanding velvet, tongue invasion tasting copper-salt sweat. I yielded fraction fire-match, athletic frame arching his lean, hands fisting gi blood-stiff. "Defiance suits," he growled, throat-pull, teeth grazing pulse claim-bite shallow. Obsidian flared volcanic as mahogany thighs parted instinctively, hakama hiking invitation.