Dragon Masters Author Novels & Stories

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

“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.”

My inner wolf grows erratic and I worry if I let her rule, I'd have Sarn on his back with me straddling his cock within a minute of entering a room with him. Dmitri was almost at the end of his hospitality regardless of Sarn's gold, so I broached the subject of drying out the angry dragon shifter against his will. I think one year is long enough to be angry at the universe. I know little about the dragons and their world. I only learned of their existence when I came to work early one morning with my brother.

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

Adam had warned her about dragons when he cornered her at the mansion while Drago was loading the boat. “When we find our mate, we will stop at nothing to have her,” he had said,’You won’t have a choice,” Adam had told her,”Even though you are human, you will soon feel it too, and there will come a time when you will resist no more. Drago will claim you, Madchen, but not until you are ready.” Well she wasn’t sure she was ready, but Drago’s soft, delicious kisses, and his warm, no hot hands caressing her body...A heat was building inside her, one she had never experienced before.

The spectators were all astonished by the unexpected strength displayed in the battle. No one had anticipated that Severin could unleash such formidable combat power. Damian's strength was undeniably formidable. As the trusted right-hand man of the Drake, Crown Prince of the Monsteroid True Dragon line in the Thunderpeak Region, Damian had reached complete-stage level six paragon at a young age. Additionally, being a dragonoid, his true dragon body was comparable to a superior-quality spiritual treasure. The monstrous physique of the monsteroid cultivators far surpassed their human counterparts, making Damian widely renowned. His reputation was certainly not weaker than that of the core disc

The trek on foot through the mountains would be long, and we would only be shifting if absolutely necessary. Amon pulled in behind me on his Harley. He towered over my petite frame. He was seven feet tall with yellow eyes. He was only one of the seven Dragons left in the world. He was the only Dragon-Warlock-Wolf-Demon I had ever met, really the only double hybrid I had ever heard of. He was magnificent, the oldest in our group being over 100 years old. He shifted into his dragon form, scales lining his arms and back, his wings standing over ten feet fall and eight feet wide. I climbed on as he was my ride to the cave entrance. Why did dark witches have to be so creepy? DAMON

“O Dragon of all Dragons. Awaken the Great Dragons from your deep slumber. I call you all the dragons of Magica. From the water, the land, the air. Ruler of animate and inanimate beings. For the Awakening of the Dragons and the future of Magica. I, Draco, the last Dragon King, summons you to rise and expel all demons from Magica! For Glory!” The Heart of Magic throbbed as if to answer Draco's call. The golden-colored heart flowed golden energy in the form of pillars of light that shot violently into the sky. The golden light broke out from above the sky in all directions like a meteor shower that shot fast and was emitting more and more light.

Then, my Sisters in the priesthood filed away, none of them looking back to me. I took a deep breath, and knelt before the mouth of the dragon's cavern, arranging some of the treasure around my legs. He had to accept the entire sacrifice, or his fury would consume the people. He was a dangerous Master, but when he was pleased, the island of Drachonia (even the island's name sang His praises!) flourished.

'' "Of course.'' Catori smiled. ''I always knew that dragons were real. I mean, who would just make up stories like that? And I'm certain that the Villagers aren't so smart to come up with tails like that on their own.'' ''And what sets you apart from those in Desolation?'' Rydstorm asked. ''Well, for one I can read. I question things and I'm not a puppy dog to the chief or his sons.'' Rydstorm laughed. ''I am actually glad that you aren't simpleton.''