Dragon Masters Author Novels & Stories

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

They dressed in white, a counterpart to the order of the Black Knights and honoring Nayara’s bright scales. There came a time, however, when the forces of both humanity and Dragon would be tested, though not in the way any of them might have expected. Neyalha, the Dragon Mother, ageless and seemingly exceedingly wise, grew more and more restless. Her mate Gheyaral did not understand. Together they had created this world, and from his perspective all was proceeding well. Yet Neyalha continued to grow more and more unsettled as she observed the actions of the life she had seeded so many ages before.

Cassius POV My mate’s smell and kiss were still driving me crazy, even after I left him… I was picturing his eyes, his gentle smile, touch of his hand, and all I could do is think of him and pine over him.. I never knew mate bond was this strong. I never realized how empty and lonely I was, how shallow my life had been before I met Leo. But also, with Marcus’ new revelation, I was concerned. Dragons – born ones, did not have to abide by the mate pull, or quite frankly any rules of our realm. Considered apex of our species, the rules did not apply to them. The only other kind that rules of mate bonds were different for were Tribrids, but they were even more unique and hard to find. Most other

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.

I say. “I had no idea,” Flavius responds. “Alira plays a major part in dragon culture. Anyways back to the story, I was going to tell,” I laugh at myself for getting distracted. He nods, urging me to continue. "Thousands of years ago, before dragons or humans walked the Earth, there was a goddess, Alira. Alira was the goddess of war, fire, and wrath. Though she was powerful, she was also lonely and jealous; many of the other gods had created their own races to live on earth, such as the fae and the elves. Alira wanted the creation of her own. Thus, she made dragons. She was very proud of her creation, as the dragons were everything that the other races were and more; they were beautiful, str

Sergeant Miller dragged a militia member with a corroded wound backward. I took a deep breath. We could not retreat. I took off my jacket and stood bare-chested on the highest point of the reef. At that moment, I pushed the Dragon Lord talent to its limit. Golden light surged from my chest and spread through my blood vessels across my body. Faint scale patterns appeared on my skin, and my eyes turned into vertical pupils. Half-dragon form, unlocked ahead of schedule. "Break." Golden pressure swept outward from me like a tangible storm.

"Only a dragon can rule dragons. The blood must be bent, broken, reshaped. The Order fears me because I do what they will not. I evolve the breed." This one went further. Pages and pages of anatomical sketches. Dragon organs labeled and cross-referenced with human counterparts. Lists of names. Ages. It took a moment for the handwriting to lose its steadiness. The sentences started to run off the page. The ink grew darker, pressed harder into the paper. Like the writer had stopped caring if they tore through. "They don’t understand. They never understood. This is the only way. The only way. The only way."s I backed away from the table.

He looked at Yang Xiao as if struck by lightning, "Dragon Master? Who dares to call himself the Dragon Master in this world? Except for the supreme leader of the peerless Dragon Gate, no one in the world dares to call himself the Dragon Master!" “According to the rumors, there are a hundred thousand Golden Divine Dragon Guards in the Dragon Gate, all of them skilled fighters. They’re Lord Dragon’s personal guards, here to protect him!” “With so many golden armored warriors attacking, could it be that Yang Xiao is the Supreme Dragon Gate’s new Dragon Lord?” Miyamoto Shinji was born in the Dongdu family, which was the famous ancient family in Dongdu. He was also a world-renowned financial gian

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.