Dragon Of Fate Novels & Stories

“The Gods were winning. The Dragons were on their side. All of them were burning down people and civilizations. But one dragon rebelled against its own kind. He was the Dragon of the Wind, the largest and strongest dragon of all. After the war, he disappeared.” Lavi knows it all. Ras told him this story many years ago. The Gods of Veneer are silently waiting to be awoken but if they are revived, they will destroy the world. Before that can happen, Lavi must unlock his powers. Only the Dragon of the Wind can be the indestructible weapon against them. But the prophecy is standing in their way. As a dragon, he is connected with his mate. The very mate who cannot live if he lives. One of them mu

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

Raging fires encircled her like a protective wall. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, feeling empty, hollow, lost. She could hear the sound of laughter, a cruel, demented laugh. Turning her head towards the sound, her eyes reflecting the flames dancing as they were slick with tears. Stepping through the flames, she stalked towards the person laughing at her, her hands partially shifted into the claws of her dragon. Ready to tear out the throats of whoever had dared to mock her.

With great flexibility, Kadita dodge to the left while she grabbed some sands in her hands and threw it to Drakaina that made her blinded. So, Kadita has the chance to make her move. She summoned the sandstorm that made a fog-like all around their area. They both have difficulty seeing because of the sand scattered in the air. However, even though Drakaina has a hard time seeing, she uses her fire power to rain fire by throwing it anywhere, which causes the surrounding – houses, to be destroyed and set on fire, while Kadita is constantly moving around in hiding – approaching Drakaina's position. But in an unexpected turn of events, Kadita was already in the of Drakaina when she feels weak.

It wasn't a strike. It was a judgment. Kal turned toward the light, eyes wide, and for the first time since his return, he stepped back. “No! I am the God of Darkness! I cant be defeated just like this…” Liam grabbed Kal’s wrist mid-swing “You were never a god.” And Elena brought the sceptre down. A column of divine fire formed a shape of a dragon, golden white and endless, poured onto Kal with force. He screamed, his form unravelling, burning, breaking. Shadows poured from his mouth as he howled, not in rage now, but agony.

It was depressing but also sort of romantic in a morbid kind of way. I glanced back at the man sitting at the table across from me. I can't imagine being linked with him forever. I really hope fate knows what it's doing, giving me this man as my soul mate. “Yes, I will be friends with your twin sister. It is fated.” He scowls at me. “You aren't even a Shifter, why would fate want you to be friends with my sister?” Now it’s my turn to scowl back at him. “What does that have to do with anything? Everyone has a fate Mr Kane, regardless of the circumstances of their birth. When I look at someone, I see the threads of their fate, not their species.”

The most prominent one's were the Golden Dragons that gave her a sense of deja vu. Frore opened her mouth to say something again, when she looked down and watched people screaming and running to save their lives. Someone pushed Frore and she fell down on the ground. Hissing, she turned around and watched a Grey Dragon passing over her, before a Golden Dragon appeared from behind it. Frore's eyes opened in horror and terror when that Golden Dragon opened his mouth wide to blow fire. In a spur of the moment, everything was burning and the scream remained struck in Frore's throat.

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

Derora finally did what no dark mage had been able to do, the ritual ties your essence to the veratus and unless you have an essence that came from the immortal spring of chaos, you'd literary burn to ashes. A loud roar from the abyss brought her attention back to it, in a burst of flame and smoke, darathos the dratero, a dragon like being that looked like a cross between a sea serpent and a dragon with its long but muscular body and obvious sentience flew out of the abyss. Its skeletal wings flapping with flames and fury, it blew fire from the flaming animal skull head it had and burned in the sky. Derora watched as it gave an ear piercing scream and dove down while landing on the soft eart