Dragon Life Light Novels & Stories

He looked into its eyes and they held the promise of a lot of things the dragon had seen in his lifetime. Their eyes locked for a while, and the dragon's irises changed from the usually dark-coloured eyes to a fiery golden brown. Dragomir could recognize that look anywhere, he was one too familiar with it, so when the dragon lowered its head till it's large head was inches away from his face. He knew what was next and so he had to act fast. ‘What’s your name?', he questioned in his head. The dragon stopped briefly but then went on to open its large jaws revealing long sharp teeth.

Alive. Lylah froze as a pair of molten red eyes emerged from the shadows, glaring—smoke curling from its enormous nostrils… She didn’t need to see more. The silhouette said it all. It was a dragon. A real fucking dragon.

Mist curled around the dragon’s body, gathering light and scattering it again in soft, rippling waves. The longer I looked, the harder it became to look away. Every movement, every flicker of its glowing form was calling to my body and soul. A thought rose in me before I could stop it. Could it be ridden? Could something made of energy and light feel the way a living dragon could? I glanced at Veylor. He was watching me, of course. This was the first time I had ever seen his dragon. I’d known he was a weredragon, but I hadn’t expected the living proof of it to be made of pure energy and light.

One moonlit night, as Sable rested by a crackling campfire, a flicker of movement caught her attention from the corners of her eyes . She turned her head sharply, her senses heightened, and caught sight of a pair of glowing amber eyes peering at her from the underbrush. A shiver ran down her spine as she recognized the presence of a Dragonkin, a creature known for its stealth and cunning. "Who's there?" Sable called out, her voice steady despite the unease bubbling within her. The figure emerged slowly, revealing itself to be a young Dragonkin with scales as dark as midnight. Its snakelike tail swished back and forth, reflecting the glimmers of moonlight that filtered through the dense canop

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

I just hadn’t expected him to smell so good, given that he’d been sweaty before dinner and now it was dried to his skin. He stopped, shifting me closer to his chest. I wrapped an arm around his shoulder as he bent down, opening the door to his room. It was dark, but he didn’t bother with the lights, stepping inside. He let the door swing shut behind us with a soft snick. He shifted me in his arms again and started walking. I didn’t know where he was taking me, but I didn’t really care. I just wished that he had turned on the lights. Did dragons have better eyesight in the dark? Was that why he had left it off? Though they may look like humans, I knew that my mates were anything but. I could

The scent of ozone and metal fills the air as ancient magic awakens. Liora moves between us, supporting Dawn's head as she brings the chalice to her bloodless lips. "Drink, light-bearer," she murmurs, tipping the vessel carefully. "Receive what is freely given." Dawn's throat works reflexively as the first drops pass her lips. For a terrifying moment, nothing happens—then her body convulses, back arching off the table, as the dragon blood hits her system. Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock.

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

There was a shifting light underneath them, too, that reminded her of a frozen waterfall trapped in motion, gleaming under moonlight. With a rattling shiver, the hatchling loosened the short spines that she hadn’t noticed were lying flat along its back. There was a main ridge of themtrailing from the top of its head down to the tip of its tail, long then short then long again at its end. An auxiliary line of pure white spines jutted out on either side of those as well. They were much shorter, the smallest of them little more than tiny nubs poking out from the scales. A moment later, all of them folded down and lay flat again. Incredible. Beautiful. Unbelievable—a live dragon right in front o