Dragon Master Novel Novels & Stories

Desperate, he ran outside and called out to Mage Master, who was riding the beta Dragon, a ginormous blue-black scaled flying lizard of legends. The old sorcerer came down and Dom debriefed him on the current situation of both Iris and Joe as quickly and precisely as possible. Mage Aikis simply nodded and headed to save the future Alpha Queen. He looked at Joe, who was appealing to be killed before his dragon died. For him, after centuries of life with his inner dragon, he couldn't live knowing he could never transform anymore. For him, eternal death seemed like a mercy, but Dom wasn't so sure. Mage Master took a vial of a glittery clear liquid that resembled water in consistency and poured

Damien looked at the book Charlotte was holding and noticed that it was a historical book with the legends of dragons . " You choose a rather interesting book . " said king Damien with a smirk . " Huh ? " said Charlotte confused as she looked at the book . " It's a historical book of our world , one of the oldest with legends that have passed down from generation to generation . It has a lot of geographical, archeology and alchemy elements . Will you be able to understand it ? " said king Damien . ' Is he really asking that question to a prodigy student like me ?! He is a king . I am surprised how he hasn't even gotten a CV of mine from the human world . ' thought Charlotte as she flipped th

Seeing Walganus outside the door, James asked, “What’s wrong?” After James asked the question, he sensed that an intense battle had taken place above deck. He immediately rushed to the ship’s deck. Standing on the deck, James saw a man locked in fierce combat with a monster in the sky. That man was the Blademaster of Mount Grinch, and the monster he was fighting was a dragon. The dragon had a gargantuan body and was tens of thousands of meters long. It had black scales all over its body and exuded tremendous power.

Or at least he’d be there to help her clean up her own blood. Slate must’ve finished his directions to the massive man who must’ve also been a dragon shifter at one time, before the Heart of Magic had been stolen from them. The rest of the crowd backed up, and Gator took a defensive stance. Since she hadn’t been listening to Slate when he was talking to the other dragon, she didn’t know for sure what was about to happen, until she utilized her mind’s eye and realized she was meant to attack this gigantic warrior.

“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

Azura POV- Some would argue that fate was a beautiful thing and should be cherished. Yet, what happens when that fate marks a target on your back? My name is Azura Chasm, I am the keeper of the Dragon Stone, and this is my story… Looking at the email I just received, I was having a grim time breathing. For years I have been trying to find a publishing company that would accept my work and my demands. Now a publisher was interested in me and not only that, but the owner of the company was also my favorite author.

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

Bells said pointedly. Desmond's eyes widened in realization. "Oh, I remember Ramona. The last time he thought with his dick." He paused. "Yeah. It's better this way. Ramona nearly made it out with our hoard." "Hoard? Don't you mean treasure?" I wondered. Hoard? What an odd word to describe a treasure chest. Desmond cleared his throat. "Yeah, Dragons have hoards. People have treasure." I dismissed the conversation, more concerned with something else. "What about Samara?" I asked suddenly.

Hello, everyone! This is XSkylar19. It has been a very interesting ride for me while writing Bane of the Dragons because (fun fact) this was my very first dragon genre. I know some of you probably disliked how everything turned out or how fastpaced everything happened but know that this was intentional as I couldn't drag the story on. Anyway, while this book becomes the first book for dragon genre, it certainly wasn't my first book in the fantasy genre.