Dragon Paths Novels & Stories

“Really? Then you must see Draconos Isles … it’s where the dragons have lived for thousands of years. I hear they even have a world of their own in a different dimension.” Mentioning the dragons had made Tristan remember the core that he had lost. He would never give up until he got his hands on it. It was only then he realized he had gone too far away from his plans. Instead of heading into Drava, the ship had taken its route onto Andorhal, in quite the opposite direction. And he had lost the orb. How much worse could his journey get?

A while later the rabbit came back, the young chief caught it and it scattered as mana and dissolved into his palm. The young chief signaled others to charge forward, they entered Dracendale very cautiously taking cover behind the trees and bushes. The Dracendale was a very terrifying valley because of its shape and the beings that reside in the valley. It had two entrances alining with each other nearly 180 degrees, it was literally O shaped and was surrounded by mountains. In the center of the valley, there was an enormous lake. In numerous legends, people said that the water contained pure mana, the lake was upon a mana pit. But no one dared to take ownership of the lake, because it was t

I whisper, keeping my eyes closed. "This can't be normal. It's been years....No....decades since I've seen you in pain" When the pain fades completely, I sit up slowly, feeling puzzled. Something is missing, I can feel like it. Bringing my hand to my chest, I close my eyes, trying to understand what has just happened. 'I can't feel her' Orin, my dragon murmurs. 'What?' 'Our mate. I can't feel her anymore.' "Dash? Are you alright?" West asks.

“Come closer Phoenix.” Phoenix stumbled forward. “What are you doing?” “What I have waited to do for years.” She held Phoenix’s hand and made a cut in her palm. “I am making more loyal subjects for you. The Drakus has waited years for your birth, only you can revive the Drakus clan.” She squeezed some blood from Phoenix’s hand into her palm and did the same for the pale dragon. As soon as the two drops of blood mixed a bright light shone from Patry’s hand. There was a deep groan that sounded like the earth was rumbling. The foundation of the temple shook loudly. Suddenly the Goyre’s throne tilted. As Phoenix watched the dragon’s eyes fluttered and opened to reveal bright amber eyes.

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

Ava's voice was low, and she spoke each word slowly. “Is there a way to change the outcome?” I leaned forward to see that Cyran’s forehead was creased with worry. “It will depend on the course of action that is taken. There are two paths. One is Arion kills you, again but this time you die for good. Following your death, Dragons will start dying randomly. It won’t happen at once, but rather every few days a handle full all around the world will start dying. Other Dragons will begin to panic and wreak havoc on the world.” Ava paused and I thought she was done talking until she started again.

* * * "What you did back there was careless lass." Wincing in pain, I sighed. "No one deserves to be treated in such a way." Nodding, Talios gripped the base of his sword. "They could've slaughtered us." "They still could," Matthew whispered. This whole trip I had heard nothing from him. He had kept to the shadows, only observing the situation. Laughing, Talios punched the air. "Let 'em I say. I'll show them how men from Noblemen Country fight." Laughter rippled through the area. Stopping up in front, Zor and another Dragon gazed out at the woods. Looking up at them I watched as their eyes as they seemed to become brighter in colour, as the feeling of energy moved through me.

the remark came from the commander as he motioned for his men to load me into the gaol wagon. Inside the wagon, dim light filtered through barred windows, casting uneven patterns on the worn floor. The air carried a musty scent, and the wagon's aged interior echoed with the creaking of wheels and the occasional clink of chains. The wooden bench, offering minimal comfort, was a stark contrast to the distant sounds of footsteps and voices. My whole world has just been ripped away from me, and yet, a sense of ease settled through me. The energy that entered my body when I held that pendant was still sending sparks through my muscles, the tingling sensation lingering at my fingertips. The eagern

The old magic survived only through her, and through those she chose. She swallowed. “That’s one path.” The vision shifted. Now she stood among dragons Draynor, Grenon, and others she did not recognize. Her dragon form loomed vast and luminous, scales threaded with Circle-light. The Dawlya magic did not rule here; it listened. The Circle bent itself around draconic instinct, reforging ancient bonds broken centuries ago. Balance. But the cost was clear. The Dawlya would never forgive it. They would call it betrayal, corruption. War would come not from fear of her, but from hatred.

This unlikely alliance, forged in the wake of a devastating battle, held the potential for victory. The journey to the Dragon’s Teeth was fraught with peril. The Night Howlers’ knowledge of the terrain proved invaluable, guiding them through hidden passages and treacherous landscapes. Ronan’s swordsmanship and Lyra’s earth magic protected them from the numerous dangers they encountered – monstrous mountain trolls, mischievous sprites, and even the ghosts of ancient warriors who guarded the mountain’s secrets.