Dragon Meets Phoenix Novels & Stories

The eye narrowed. “NO.” “They refused your choice.” The dragon of golden fire spread its wings. The phoenix answered. Their lights intertwined. The fracture trembled. The First King looked upward. Ancient satisfaction shone in its eyes. “Two souls. One promise. Yet neither surrendered themselves.” The Sleepless One roared. The hand lunged again. The dragon and phoenix moved. They flew upward together. Their lights merged completely. Gold. Silver. Violet. The sky exploded. The hand collided with the light.

Pain flares down my side. I twist away, wings beating hard to regain distance. They pursue immediately. No hesitation. No wasted motion. These two have fought together for decades—perhaps centuries. The dragon slams into me from above while the fae launches from his saddle, spear flashing downward toward my eye. I snap my jaws shut inches from his arm. He twists midair and lands back on the dragon’s spine. Perfect coordination. I roar and unleash a torrent of flame. The dragon barrels through it. Old scales.

"If I could access these memories without knowing it, then whoever created DragonCoin might be in the same position—channelling dragon knowledge through technology without understanding the consequences." The car hummed as it accelerated onto the highway, its engine producing that strange purring sound that seemed to resonate with something deep in Sage's chest. The sensation was oddly comforting, like finding a missing piece of herself she hadn't known was gone. "First lesson," Marcus said, glancing at her. "Breath control. Dragons don't breathe fire—that's a human misconception. What we do is manipulate elemental energies through focused respiration." "Really starting with the basics, aren

I could feel something moving through me, an attraction that I hadn’t felt before. Sure, he was tall, dark, and handsome. His cheekbones were high and his body looked like something that had been molded by the gods. It didn’t explain why a part of me wanted to lay my head down against him. To rub my cheek against his scarred chest, press my lips against those four ragged lines. “I’m a dragon and I've claimed you as my mate.” I didn’t say anything to him, I didn’t know what that meant. A dragon, that I was his mate. How was I supposed to respond to that?

Deciding that she needed to take the chance on them being related, or at least from the same thunder, she said, “I’m here with Slate. Do you know him?” The dragon tipped his head to the side, as if he were pondering what she’d said. She knew that dragons could understand spoken word in their dragon forms. He didn’t seem angry that she knew Slate, so she decided to take him further down that road. “Are you part of his thunder?”

I run towards him screaming, "Noooo…." Matteo tries to get him back, but the dragon's leg pushes him hard, and he falls violently on the glass balcony door. He falls covered in blood. My father was screaming to leave him, but nothing happened. He struggled to free himself but to no avail. Luckily to no avail because if he succeeded, he would fall into the void. And there, his death would be inevitable. "Give my father back." I scream again. By the time I got there, the dragon had moved away from the balcony.

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"

Alice relaxes a little, “She always woke up gasping and saying her chest hurt. Tru also said she was cold. The doctor assured us she wasn’t in real pain.” I nod, not wanting to explain that I could tell Tru was in real pain. Flipping through the papers, I finally came to some drawings. The first is of a red serpent-like beast. It takes everything to keep my expression the same as I realize the “monster” is me. “Was the dragon always asleep?” I ask, trying to keep the excitement from my voice. This drawing means Tru dreamed about me. It proves dragons do have destined mates, and she’s mine. Whoever Ges is doesn’t matter. I now have proof that Tru is mine.

She asks, looking around like this other dragon just happened to be around and the dragon that just hatched would be lost in the field's tall grass. "They are born as adults. The egg contains the magic that they form from, not their material bodies." Loras answers looking mesmerized at the unseen beauty above them. Astrid unconsciously rises her hand and in an instant, the newly born dragon stops in the air and looks at her. She smiles. Instead of pitch black like Dracos, this one is a dark shade of purple. So beautiful... The dragon flies closer to them and lands right in front of Astrid, holding its huge head so it can smell the tinny girl that continues to smile at it. It pushes the tips

Bacchus answered. “Why?” I asked again. “WHY?! YOU’RE ASKING WHY?! HE KILLED OUR BROTHERS! HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Pegasus shouted again. Bacchus just look at him and he shut up. I sighed. “Black Dragon just fought back. It was one versus many.” I quietly said. “It wasn’t his fault that your members are no match to him.” “Exactly. That’s why Boss is angry. He killed them all without being shot even once.” Bacchus bitterly answered.