Dragon Masters Author Novels & Stories

Alicia decided she had to see if he was still conscious before determining if she could help him or not. One quiet step at a time, Alicia came upon the dragon. He was blue, purple, and green and his skin shone in the sunlight like oil. Being a girl who knew no fear, she carefully reached a hand out to touch him. After all, it was not every day that you got to touch a dragon, she thought. He didn’t open his eyes when she gently touched the side of his face. That gave her courage to examine him. Alicia had hopes to be a Doctor of Animals, but she knew that was just a dream. No one would take a woman seriously.

BOOOMMMM The giant sword struck the black dragon, and not only did it strike, but a thousand swords pierced the black dragon's body like bullets, leaving holes in its stomach. The black dragon's gaze couldn't believe what it was seeing. How could it have come to this after waiting so long for its rebirth? It hated it, but it couldn't do anything about its defeat, especially since that defeat was caused by Long Chen, the original owner of the body it was using. But for some reason, it also felt happy about the death it had received, its eyes gazing at the dragon emperor who now looked weakened in the sky. Suddenly, he felt pity for the dragon emperor. Inside him was a figure that even demons

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

He is always in sync with my thoughts and this is not even due to our mate bond. “You are an intelligent creature, dragonlord,” I murmured coyly. His eyes darkened as they always did when I called him by his title. He pulled me closer and his voice dropped an octave. “Well, what will you name it, your highness?” He asked as his lips skimmed up and down the column of my throat. I tipped my head back to give him more access. My eyes fluttered close as I encircled my arms around his neck. “Hm… how about Mage’s Mate series?” I asked, dazedly because his lips were stoking my arousal as his fingers were slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

Tore, mutilated parts of the Hounds, scattered like pieces of meat, served to the vultures. And in the middle of that gruesome pile of dead bodies, stood Draco, the Dragon King. One hand on his hip and the other hand had transformed into a blade with sharp teeth and a vicious tongue that was serpentine. This time it was Master that fell back with his hands over his head. " Unbelievable... ". He could barely mouth the words as his entire body quivered with an unnatural ecstasy. " Wh.. What is it Master? " Calix also fell back unsure where he aught to divide his attention. At the majesty in front or at what Master was saying.

“I am starting to believe you are a spy from the Emperor.” “You mistake me, my friend,” Estevan shook his head, holding his chest, “I am a chronicler … well, not for now. But I’ll become one someday after I finish my first book. It’s called the Way of Dragons. As it happens, we chroniclers travel a lot just to gather stories, facts, and histories. But for the most part, we explore and discover all things about the world from our own experiences. But I must say, I’m very fortunate to have real dragons in front of me to whom I can ask questions. You see, I have been formulating many theories about you … and guess what I just found out—one of them is just proven today. Dragons can talk indeed!”

So, why did the master stop? He, as the slave was ready for countless rounds... could it be that the master couldn't even do a second round? Uea's brows furrowed as sadness welled up in his heart. This was bad. He had just fantasized about how wonderful this arc was, and then his master was a useless one-round man... Uea's felt his tear pooling up. He no longer liked this arc! Wait, who wrote it this way? Uea's dragon master in the original book was supposed to do the main character until he fainted and then did him till he woke up again.

“They have no animal. They can pursue a more extensive study of magic and strategy. Some are like a jack of all trades, but the real impressive ones are the ones who develop one area and achieve significant potential.” Xaden spoke about it all so casually, that I found it easy to listen to him and understand his words. “So… What about the Dragon Masters?” I kept my voice low; the reactions of Principal Rapport and Professor Howl were significant proof to keep this subject on the down low. Xaden tightened his jaw, guiding me towards the doorway that led outside. “Dragon masters are… special. They are a variant, chosen either from wizards, or shifters, by dragons…” My feet tangle within themse