Dragon Masters Author Novels & Stories

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.

“Oh! Before that though, I’d like you to meet two people right now.” Rose seemed surprised. “Who?” Matthew smiled and called the Dragoknight to his left arm. “Say hello guys.” “Do not refer to us as mere people and ‘guys’. Either way, I am Draco Blair. The Dragon Emperor of Destruction.” “And I am Arshild Dvur, the Dragon Emperor of Creation. Nice to finally meet you, Miss Roosevelt.” “Dragon… Emperors?” Rose was baffled. “You have two Dragon Emperors with you?”

"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.

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.

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.