Dragon Knights Books Novels & Stories

Hello, everyone! This is XSkylar19. It has been a very interesting ride for me while writing Bane of the Dragons because (fun fact) this was my very first dragon genre. I know some of you probably disliked how everything turned out or how fastpaced everything happened but know that this was intentional as I couldn't drag the story on. Anyway, while this book becomes the first book for dragon genre, it certainly wasn't my first book in the fantasy genre.

Younger than me by five centuries, he was the best dragon for the job when it came to setting the werewolves on fire because his dragon was always on fire, literally. On my left were the twin dragon CEOs, Kelan and Declan Saxoni. They were the same age as me, even one of the prospective kings on the list before I stepped and claimed the throne. They hold power over the North and South poles, bearing the dragon power of water and ice. Sitting next to them was Lady Elvira Daggerhorn, a blonde-haired beauty who holds our hotel chains and rules over the entertainment industry. As a dragon, her growls stun the werewolves at a close distance.

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

“Of course. Of course. I suppose there are witches and fairies, and… I don’t know.” “Dragons,” Niarthen supplied. “Though they are all but extinct.” “Hmm, I imagine they are, as it would be hard to hide a dragon,” she agreed, her eyes on the road before her. It felt unreal to be having a conversation with a merman about dragons, werewolves, and vampires whilst driving alongside a flooded river away from religious fanatics. “I think I read a book about this once,” she realized. Maybe it was all a strange dream. Maybe she’d had an accident at the cottage and had knocked herself out, or was sick and having a fever dream…

Something I know still upsets him. A sudden sharp intake of breath makes me move back as Dagnoth gasps and sits up, groaning as he clutches his bloody chest. “I… I… I may live, but I have seen the gates to the Hall of the Dragon Kings.” He says hoarsely, and I cock a brow. “Well then, I am sure you must be devastated to return without being able to feast there. Fear not, we will make sure you can dine with as much food as you want from here on until you are no longer able to fuck another woman because of your fat belly.” I snicker.

I have two news to share with yall. The first one is about this book. I am delighted and proud to tell you guys that 'Under the Dragon's Protection' is available on A****n Kindle as well as paperback adn hardcover. I am really looking forward to taking another step in my writing career and I hope to have all of you with me <3 . As for the second news, I have just started working on another book here.

"What?" Azalia couldn't believe her ears. Surely, she hadn't heard Melech right. "A dragony?" She repeated in a puzzled voice. "Nobody in their right mind would ride such a dangerous creature." Dragonies were small dragon-like creatures belonging to the Adom Kingdom. They were a dark orange colour, their wings and bodies covered with red scales strong enough to stop a blade. They were gorgeous but could breathe fire and had extremely sharp fangs and claws that could kill a man on the spot. Azalia would never dare approach one of those too close.

“Oh, my god…” The Dragon picks his pace pulling the chains that's got my nipples trapped. “Keep those eyes on me and whatever you do don't make a sound,” How can I possibly not make a sound when he's teasing my clit and finger-fucking me right now? As damn good as I'm feeling I bite back my moans and focus my gaze on his blue eyes that are still icy with anger. “If you hate Virgins so much then why are you still doing this to me?” My voice was normal until the end when I half moaned out the rest of my sentence and the dragon didn't look pleased that I even spoke at all.

Votigern had doubted the truism of their stories but he knew the tales did not spin out of nothing. Tales of dragons had been in existence for many long years, most people believed in its existence, while other sceptical ones didn’t. There were books, however, Votigern knew the books didn’t lie, they said their town was Islandia. The sources of these books were rogue dragons that had escaped from Islandia.

Rebeka said. What she was referring to was, in the day the dragons originally created Dracoterrum, the races that followed them dedicated the subsequent years to them out of respect, starting with their first who perished to create their world, Golden Dragon called Lokmar, each dragon year lasting for 1000 years before moving down the dragon line of succession, until their current year, Red Dragon 510. “So which race was using their own calendar and created this book then?” Markus asked. “I am sorry my lord, but I do not know who used that calendar system” Rebeka answered truthfully.