Dragon Masters Author Novels & Stories

My father then came back home wounded, it was a terrible fight. " The demon warlords came into existence alongside the dragons. It was said that one of the dragons had turned evil, and because of this the supreme created a rider for the dragon lost its power and fully accepted dark forces. Then centuries later, the demon warlords appeared, threatening our existence by killing the Dragonlord. This was the same as killing a Dragon, if the Dragon rider leaves, then his dragon once killed can be reborn. But if a dragon rider dies –" "The Dragon dies with him," I said, completing his sentence. I immediately went silent to listen to the story. This was actually the first time my father and I had s

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

Dilo growled, her words raspier than usual from the shock still coursing through her. “That was something I had yet to share with anyone,” Rex sighed, reaching out to put a hand on Dilo’s. “Not the way I wanted anyone to find out, but what Smarluuten says is true, while in my realm, I was soul bonded with a dragon. His name was Fafnir.” “You share blood with the son of the eldest?” Smarluuten breathed, his small eyes widening, one of his hands trembling slightly. “We must pay homage to the high bloods. I will make all arrangements.”

Alexi had told me that the longer they were in their world, the longer it would take for them to return, and I cursed my heart for falling too deeply in love with them. Martha told me the most interesting story when she saw the mark on my shoulder. The patient I had thought was challenged initially happened to be a heartbroken dragon mate who lost her mind while waiting for her mate to return. The moment she saw the mark, she began to cry, telling me they won't return. She showed me her mark, and I realised she was the one that wrote the infamous' Fucked by Dragons' book. I asked her why she did not tell me the truth and made up all those crazy stories, and she asked me if I would have belie

Her dragon had always been very protective of me, even if I was considered a mistake. "He is an alpha; it is very well it could have happened. Adam is strong." Heat filled the room; my mother's dragon was coming forth. She was strong, maybe stronger than her Alpha mate. She was an orphan, and no one knew the true origin of her parents. Mother kept that part secret; she didn't want to cause rumors or doubt in her mate's tribe.

“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.

The Monster and the Flower. After he nodded, I began delivering the story, "Arden, the name of the snake dragon who is our novel's male lead. He is the most powerful dragon on Mount Tateyama, one of Japan's holiest mountains. Arden has the ability to shapeshift into a human form in order to deceive other civilizations and conquer it. After conquering those nations, he will turn the population into slaves and murder all who oppose him.

" I have only met him one few times when our city was under siege from Kaiju such as the one you faced today. Although he helped defeat these monsters, he would always leave soon after," "Guess that explains him not agreeing to work with me," "I had hoped to reach out to at least one champion to acquire their help against Project Echidna. While I am disappointed that it was not the one from Japan, I am hopeful that I will be able to have the one raised by my daughter, “ Taylor and Eliza looked at each other, baffled by Dragon Master's remark. "Your daughter?" Eliza asked. "Indeed," Dragon Master removed his helmet, revealing an elderly Japanese man with a long silver mustache and a long pony

Dojo reeked slaughter, copper-thick, tatami slick crimson pools, our chests heaving thunder-sync, indigo hakamas spattered gore. "You fight like you're born to it," he growled, scarred jaw inches, porcelain fingers banding my wrist pull-close, obsidian devouring mahogany flush. Blood smeared his cheek war-paint, dragon tattoo pulsing throat wild. No fear in his stillness—predator sated, but gaze burned deeper hunger.

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.