Dragon On Books Novels & Stories

Cyryl is rising to mate. **This story will continue in The Dragon Rider: Book Two of The Dragon Thief Trilogy.

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

Taran looks sad, “No, but something in me says to find my mother first. I want to know where they looked. The books aren’t completely accurate.” “Taran,” my voice is quiet. I want to learn more about dragons. What parts of the myths are authentic, and what are false? “Will you tell me what is true about dragons? I know about the first dragon and the stone. I want to know why you breathe fire. Are you made of fire? What do dragons eat? Are you born as a human or dragon? Since dragons are reptiles, wouldn’t they lay eggs? How did humans conceive dragons?”

Hello my dear readers, Thank you ever so much for giving me a chance and following Rosalie and Asrar's journey. Please let me know what you think, whether you leave a review or even private message me. I would love to hear from you. Well the journey doesn't end here. Yes there is a third book to come. Keep your eye out for Dragon's Home. Because the second and third aren't signed you may only be able to access them through my page. Please let me know if you have any difficulties finding them. Thank you ever so much again Aman Kearney

I was willing to do anything to prevent the fate—even if it meant seeking out a mate. The true cause of my inner corruption was a mystery. In order to understand my plight, I ordered my men to scour every book in the castle’s royal library for any mention of elementals consumed by darkness. Despite their effort, they found no answers. Among the ancient tomes were books about dragons. However, these texts were written in a language so old that only the previous dragon-shifters could decipher them. Dragons had been extinct for decades, hunted to extinction by a cruel king in a distant, abandoned kingdom called Dravonia. The king, legend had it, was cursed by a witch after he killed her mate—a

I hate virgins, they cling and follow you around like a lost puppy which is why when I started the Dragon list I swore I'd never touch a virgin yet here I was watching Ms Jackson while she tried so hard not to roll her to the back of her head. “Eyes on me,” She looks up at me through her lashes. The smell of her arousal floods my nostrils. I clench my jaw and tighten the clamp around her nipples and she moans the sounds like music to my ears and makes me want to do things to her that the dragon doesn't do to women. When I created the dragons list I wanted to make every woman's fantasy come true and trust me I've had some crazy requests. I've never under any circumstances said no but the drag

"Okay. Let’s go read some poems." I carry her down the corridor to her room and lay her carefully on the bed. She pulls the blanket up to her chin and yawns, loud enough to tell me she’s already sleepy. "Daddy, I want the dragons and the musketeers. Can you read that one for me?" "The dragons and the musketeers? That’s a weird combination." She just stares at me with those big eyes. I’m not winning this argument. "Okay, little lion." I walk over to her tiny pink bookshelf and scan the spines until I find a hardcover with a dragon on the front and three little stick figures holding swords.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

Elton. With Brendan, it hadn’t been fire, but- heat. Darla tilts her head. Her eyes catlike and rounded with golden spheres feel as though they might burrow themselves under Alcina’s skin, and straight through to her very soul if she gazed for long enough. “You know,” Darla says conversationally. She steps closer to Alcina. “Some of the legends on dragons...they say, that dragons are fire.” Alcina blinks.

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.