Dragon Land Book Novels & Stories

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

My expectations of hefty magic tomes full of spells were quickly dashed. Laney’s idea of books was limited to fairy tales about princesses and knights and, of course, magic. Not exactly what I had in mind. As far as she was concerned, if it didn’t interest her, it didn’t exist. “This one’s really good,” she informed me, holding up a thin novel called Loved By Two Dragons. “He’s a dragon, but he’s also a handsome boy. But his brother’s even more handsome, and he’s an even bigger dragon!”

In his place is a young man who still has his mother’s blond hair, but now his body is built very much like Cal’s, like the Alpha dragon that he is. Suddenly, Iniko’s nose lifts in the air and his eyes connect with someone in the crowd. “Mate!” he growls. **This story will continue in Iniko: A New Beginning, Book 8 of the Elemental Dragon series.

She slumped with the impact. She was losing consciousness as the gun was being pulled out of her hands. Someone snorted. “We hit the jackpot. The bitch is here in a sexy avatar. Let’s show her where she belongs.” Men guffawed. No… no… no… this can’t be! Please don’t let me faint God! Not now, please… she fell into darkness and oblivion. A/N Thank you everyone who has decided to read this book. Follow my I*G* to get updates on latest books and inspirations. Remember to leave comments. Happy reading. XX KK

Mother gone out of the little girl’s room and returned with an old thick bounded book, “Mommy, I saw this book in daddy’s place.” Mother opened the old thick bounded book and carefully turned the pages, “Baby girl, and don’t touch it. Let me do it for you.” The little girl asked, “What’s this dot is called?” Mother replied wisely to make her daughter understand, “This white mountain on the west is called Ayruzglow kingdom. Dragons lived there.” The little girl asked with a curious tone, “Oh, wow. Are we dragons? I don’t find my wings? Can I Fly?”

Sergeant Miller dragged a militia member with a corroded wound backward. I took a deep breath. We could not retreat. I took off my jacket and stood bare-chested on the highest point of the reef. At that moment, I pushed the Dragon Lord talent to its limit. Golden light surged from my chest and spread through my blood vessels across my body. Faint scale patterns appeared on my skin, and my eyes turned into vertical pupils. Half-dragon form, unlocked ahead of schedule. "Break." Golden pressure swept outward from me like a tangible storm.

“One day you’ll realize you made a mistake. But by then, someone else will have taken your place.” I forced a tight smile. “Then I hope she enjoys it.” She shut the door with a little too much force. That night, the apartment felt still and heavier than usual. I sat on Lily’s bed with her favorite book in hand, reading aloud. She had curled herself into a ball under her blanket, her hair sticking up in different directions. “This dragon,” I read, pointing to the page, “wasn’t like the other dragons. He didn’t roar. He didn’t breathe fire. But he listened. And that made him special.”

I step past him and return to the balcony. Below, the dragons shift restlessly as the wind grows stronger. Storm clouds gather across the horizon. Perfect. Even the sky feels it coming. “She is the bridge,” I continue quietly. “The living key between realms.” The captain swallows. “Yes, my lord.” “And if she stands with Aurelion… then his reign becomes eternal.” Silence. “Which,” I say softly, “is unacceptable.” My gaze drifts toward the distant valley where the first faint glimmers of dragonfire appear against the night sky.

“As for the dragon’s appearance, many books describe it differently, each more inconsistent than the last. As for the blue exterior—that comes from an elven seer’s prophecy of what it will look like thousands of years in the future. If I’m not mistaken, what you read was the illustration in Chapter Three of The Constellations of the Nine Realms. The note beneath it clearly states that it’s a prophetic depiction—but since it’s written in Elvish, many readers mistakenly believe it to be the dragon’s true form.” *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-(--header-height)" dir="auto" data-turn-id="da21c723-1221-47dc-a96a-99316a653cdf" data-testid="conversation-turn-81" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-tur

Ras has kept her alive but what conditions she must be in! “But to do that,” he goes on. “I need to unleash my powers as the last dragon.” “The last dragon?” Aryan raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” In response, Lavi reaches for something in his robes and takes out a book. The book is small but covered with a gold cloth. Something is scribbled on it. “The Book of the Dragons!” Aryan gasps. “But this is supposed to have been lost!” “My mother found it and hid it here,” Lavi says. “She was studying this book with the help of the monks here. After her death, they kept it safe but Ras must have killed everyone here. However, he did not find this book. He probably does not know about it.”