Dragon Lord Book Novels & Stories

“WHAT?!” Calm dark hair, cold pale cheeks, and a pair of pretty lashes that ceased fluttering years ago. Even after so long, Genad couldn’t get enough of such a sight. He had admired his elf so much that his image burned itself into his very soul. Even till death, he was as beautiful as ever. After his tenth sigh, Genad looked back unto the book he was studying, on it was the drawing of a huge dragon with large wings which seemed to be writhing in pain. It was the autobiography of the dragon god, everything ever known about him was there.

“What is this?” “This book talks about anchor beings,” the dragon said seriously. “It also talks about the primordial beings.”

**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.

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang

"Roosevelt, lost in madness, stared with eyes full of bloodlust. Eloise smiled, mocking him. 'I told you I would ruin you, Your Majesty. May bitterness and sorrow be your eternal companions.'" Micha's brows tightened. "She provoked a man who already lost everything. That's suicide." The next lines formed slowly, dramatically. A roar shook the skies. Not human. Not beast. Ancient. "A dragon appeared. Black scales, silver eyes, wings stretching wider than any castle. It landed with pride, lowering itself before Roosevelt." Both of us froze. A dragon. A real dragon. Even the book seemed to tremble on the page. The dark-winged creatures bowed. The dragon bowed to Roosevelt.

As the realization that this massive dragon was most likely Murdok Rori grabbed onto the claw still holding her, and she opened her mouth to speak when the sound of Henry’s laughter pulled her attention away. The book was now floating above his hand and as he chanted Rori watched as translucent, almost glowing bones formed into an armor around him and Rori gasped. Henry pointed his hand toward the massive dragon and a zap of lightning shot from his palm straight into the shoulder of the dragon, causing Murdok to scream in pain, but he did not loosen his grasp on Rori. Henry fired a few more bolts that all hit Murdok and Rori couldn’t stand by and watch her stepfather kill the man that saved

Tyr pressed his hands into his cheeks and said, “Old Zab, it’s time for us to dive into the topic.” Jim nodded heavily. “Lately, I’ve almost finished cracking the Dragon Palace’s formation at the river bottom of Komodo Island. Today, we’re going to return to the island to pick up the book from the Dragon Palace. After that, we must get the fifth book in the shortest possible time. One can become God after collecting five books. Boss, only when you become a God will you be able to save the world.” After a brief moment of silence, Tyr questioned, “Which book is present in the Dragon Palace?”

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!”

Upon the grassland lay seven slumbering dragons, and Roderick recognized each and every one of them. The Dragon King The Dragon Queen The Dragon General The Imperial Advisor The Imperial Strategist The Dragon Duke The Dragon Duchess Roderick landed before the seven dragons and paid his respects to them. “Roderick pays his respect to the Dragon Council.” “You have returned” the Dragon King was the first to speak, yet his eyes remained closed. “I have,” Roderick nodded his large head. “So, what have you discovered this time. Another Orc Lord? Hehe.” The Dragon Lord chuckled in amusement, the other dragons chuckling with him as well.

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.