Novelas y relatos de Dragon Paths

To feel the pain of past victims and lose your mind and sanity on a moonless night where the night loses its Yang completely until you find your yeouiju. All the past incarnations of the Red Dragon who didn't get their yeouijus all died before turning twenty. Because of their New Moon rampages, the descendants of the Red Dragons are scarce compared to the other three. They all had white hair. Even the ones that did get their yeouiju, didn't all get happy endings. Some choose to live life as a human and forget about their purpose, others decide to live with ambition and turn out to be tyrants, psychopaths and some even commit suicide or killed. There are a total of two Red Dragons to ever exi

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

She jumped up immediately and took flight trying to get another shot at the Trifecta. “YOU NEED TO STOP THIS NOW! PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS!” Dradon pleaded. He didn't want to hurt her, but he wouldn't be able to stop the pull to protect the Trifecta even from his dame. He didn't know how the hell any of this was even possible. No where in their history has two dragon breeds became mates. Something had to be wrong, maybe she was like his brother turned into a black dragon by the witch. Dradon thought to himself.

No one could tell if it were tears or rainwater flowing down their faces—it was because of countless small families that the Dragonsland is where it is today. As the fourth movement of "The Joyful Odyssey" concluded, it celebrated the solitude and pain of victory after the smoke of battle had cleared.

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?

still, the feeling was so intense. It made Corithias sad to think that God had chosen him a mate that he could not have. “How cruel you are!” He shouted, shaking his fist in the air as he looked to the sun. He needed to get out of here, quickly before the mate bond was formed between them. Once the bond was sealed, it would be great pain for both of them to be separated. He transformed into his dragon form and tried to fly. Unfortunately, the injured wing was still not strong enough yet. He heard footsteps in the forrest, so he stayed in dragon form.

“The wards will hold for a few more hours but the temple’s power is drawing her directly to us. We must reach the neutral dragon clans before she breaks through.” I nodded adjusting Aether’s position so he could continue nursing as we moved. My body protested every step my plush ass and thick thighs aching but the bond gave me endurance I had never possessed before. Draven took point burning away obstacles while Vaelor guarded our rear. We traveled through hidden mountain paths my soft curves bouncing with each hurried stride milk occasionally leaking down my belly as Aether fed.

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

I look around wildly for the source of the noise. “Oh fuck,” Cadyn curses. I look up and see a massive red dragon rise up from the forest. My eyes immediately lock onto the girl on its back. “Lyza.” She stands on the back of her uncle’s dragon, her red dress flowing around her. There is a black crown atop her flaming red hair, just like the messenger said. Dozens of dragons suddenly appear all around them, all some shade of red or black and absolutely massive. The fear of my pack fills my senses.

Jhogo shouted at the crowd from horseback, snapping his whip, "make way, make way for the Mother of Dragons. Reclining on cool satin cushions, Xaro Xhoan Daxos poured ruby-red wine into matched goblets of jade and gold, his hands sure and steady despite the sway of the palanquin. "I see a deep sadness written upon your face, my light of love." He offered her a goblet. "Could it be the sadness of a lost dream