Dragon Marvel Novels & Stories

It is the happiest moment she hopes that won’t pass. Hana was statuesque on where she is standing, as if she could not move and turned to stone. “Queen Cora told me that my name is Drakaina but . . . How is that possible? My father is Peter, and my mother is Ma. This is all a mistake . . . a misunderstanding. I want to go back . . . Now!” She run outside, “I wanna go back! Take me back, Queen Cora!” She tried to shout very loud, but nothing is happening.

I asked, knowing the answer but needing her to say it. “Witch…” She quickly recoiled when I gestured to her bruises. I sighed, remembering that Melania had been walking around looking like her younger self, meaning she looked like me. “While I am a witch, I’m not Melania. I’m Katrina D’Amore, Princess of Incubi and mate of Tiberius of Nebrodi.” I assured her. “See, I have red streaks in my hair as a sign that I am a hybrid,” I added, gesturing to my hair.

​The voice did not use words, but the meaning crashed against my consciousness with the force of a tidal wave. The water around me boiled instantly, turning from freezing cold to scorching heat. A pair of colossal, glowing amber eyes opened in the abyssal dark above the basin, each eye larger than a carriage, burning with an unquenchable fire that illuminated towering scales of obsidian and gold. ​It was Ignis, the Dragon Emperor, sealed away in the darkest prison of the world for epochs. ​Instantly, the ancient beast released a fraction of its true aura, projecting a crushing wave of spiritual pressure designed to grind any intruder's mind into nothingness.

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

This dragon was hers. She was right. She was always right, dragon blood did flow with her. Not the men of Kronos but she, Mare, a child of Baryn, slave of the Vallezarii king of Arlankis.

Nessa said pointing to a painting of a Chinese water dragon she had hanging on the cave wall. “Black scales? I know of only one dragon with black scales. That is Fafnir, he became the king of all dragons after his father sacrificed himself to create our world. Unless I am mistaken, which I must admit, is almost never” Al’ik said stroking her chin. “Now that I have something to go on for wound though I read the healing texts and there is only one way to heal such a wound, treating it requires you to be awake, and it will be painful. I will have to stich all broken muscle fibers and tendons back together manually using magic weave.”

Yet at the heart of it, two figures moved as one: Verath Dravenor, Dragon King of Ashenrealm, and Elara Nightvale, healer and forbidden magic wielder. Verath’s amber eyes glowed brighter than ever, the dragon coiled beneath his skin stirring violently. Scales began to rise along his arms and back, faint glimmers of molten gold tracing his form. His breaths came in low, guttural roars that carried both fury and longing, his power a living, untamed storm.

“How is this possible?” “It hurts,” I said, feeling tears fill my eyes. “Oh Amelia,” he said pulling me closer as he turned the water off, he leaned over grabbing a towel before wrapping me in it. “I think I figured out what else you are.” “What?” “You, my love, are a dragon.” He said, resting his hands against my cheeks. “It’s got to be very diluted, but it’s there, or you wouldn’t have been able to claim me. Only a dragon can make a claim like this.” He said, tracing his fingers over the pale angry marks on his chest with a soft expression. They looked similar to Marcus’ but different.

And she knew she had to confront it, to face her fears, to embrace her powers, to fulfill her destiny. As their truths unfolded, a shadowy figure watched from the darkness, his eyes glowing with a malevolent light. Drax, the evil rogue king, his face scarred and twisted, his heart filled with a dark, consuming hatred. He had been watching them, waiting for the moment when their bond would be tested, when their truths would be revealed, when they would be vulnerable. And now, he saw his chance. He saw the fear in their eyes, the doubt, the uncertainty. And he knew he had to strike, to shatter their bond, to destroy their quest for the Oracle.

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.