Dragon Lord Book Novels & Stories

Cole, will be in grave danger from the very moment our cruise pulls in at the harbor. The Dragon Lord, the leader of the notorious Winged Dragons, was a five-star general and one of the most feared names in all of Westernia. To his surprise, Liam did not seem at all fazed by this news. Instead, he smirked and replied nonchalantly, "I can handle them, no matter how many people they send my way. In fact, they are welcome to send as many men as possible, so long as they are prepared to die horrifying deaths!"

With a swift motion, I clenched a fistful of their armor and catapulted both soldiers into the onlooking crowd. A growl escaped me and I lunged at the commander, teeth bared and claws elongated. Claws? When did I get claws? The thud of a blunt weapon impacting my skull brought me crashing to the ground face first. A pair of muddy boots filled my blurring vision. The murmur of voices could be heard addressing the crowd.

Anyway, I first opened the book about dragons so that after I finished reading this one, I will have a vague idea of it's parts and characteristics before reading the next book which is about the legendary knight who defeated a dragon centuries ago At the cover, there's a thick printed letters which was paired by a little holden dragon illustration. Wihtout that much tjought, I opened the first page. There, there was an author itroduction which I wouldn't mention anymore I tuned the page once again and read the contents properly. While I was doing so, I can't helo but frown on how hard this one can be understand. But despite of it, I don't have a choice but to read this and understand eceey

If my handjob sucked, then I had to make it better, learn the best way to treat a cock, and whip him up with something he’ll never forget. “Noah”—his moans played in my head as I searched the shelf for something helpful. [The Faith of the Dragon Lair] [How to kill a dragon] [The Art of Fireflies] [An Omega’s Journal] My finger paused at the last book, “An Omega’s Journal.” It sounded intriguing and also felt like it was written from experience. I pulled the book out of the shelf, dusting it off and removing the particles in search of the author’s name. No name, no copyright claims… Who would leave something this private in a library?

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 wake up and notice Taran is gone. Letting out a sigh, I slowly get out of bed. At least I didn’t have any nightmares. Not knowing what else to do, I begin looking through dragon folklore. Though Taran and I have gone over things many times, I can’t help feeling like we are missing something. My searching doesn’t uncover anything new, so I look at one of the books Taran brought when flying me home. The book has spells and summarizes who, why, and when about the spells. I look at the summaries and find a name that sounds familiar. “Lyse Galno”

“Let’s not waste time pretending this is a misunderstanding.” Darion swallows. “You don’t understand what Malrec is offering,” he says hoarsely. I stop directly in front of him. “No,” I reply. “I understand perfectly.” His eyes brighten slightly, as though he believes he has found a sliver of sympathy. “Then you must see reason. Dragons ruling both realms again, restoring our rightful dominance—” My fist strikes him before he finishes the sentence. The crack of bone against flesh echoes sharply through the chamber. Darion slumps forward against the chains, blood spilling from his mouth.

Flavius's eyes widen at Neron's words as he chokes out a cough. "A den of beast is not the words I'd use to describe this place. But I must admit this has been a very educational experience," Flavius tells him. "That is because we dragons are seekers of vast knowledge. My horde alone holds one of the largest archives in Midgar. You are bound to learn a thing or two staying here," I say. "As much as I would love to continue discussing the extensive knowledge of dragons there is a point to our arrival," Daniel says. "Awe yes, I nearly forgot. As stated in the original deal between our people I've brought with me the requested weaponry and medical kits," Neron tells us.

Roman's breath stuttered as he sucked a breath in. “Yes, I will be your queen,” Roman said, forcing his voice out as loud as he could without crying. Ezra smiled as he brought the Omega's hands to his mouth and kissed his fingers before standing. Roman's lips part when Nadja begins speaking again, recognizing the tongue of the ancient dragon language. His eyes immediately filled with tears as he looked at Nadja in shock. The ancient Elder stood tall, holding an old thick book. Scales lined the book, creating the cover. On the front is a perfectly shaped baby dragon's first claw that looks as fresh as the day it was shed. It symbolizes the beginning of a dragon's life, a perfect symbol for th

dragons.A dragon so big laying comfortably on the stairs, his skin so beautifully blue...his tail was elegantly long.He was a monster."A dragon!" Alexandra said in a high pitched tone.His face moved...eyes wide open.The colour so adorable, it wasn't even just any colour but it changed from second to second.From green to yellow to red then to blue, he stared at the tiny little humans in front of them.In the wintry weather, he hibernated, they know he awoke by the sudden yell of excited Alexandra.He stood up arcing with out-stretched wings, each as brilliant as stained glass, they held their breath for a while, eyes wide.Perhaps it was the moment they waited for...the struggle...but was it wo