Dragon Paths Novels & Stories

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.

Burnt banners and trees and plants, Ormir Fortress indeed had fallen into ruins. The fresh, northern wind from the late-morning air brushed against his face. Raeherys turned around to gaze at the vast meadow in front of the fortress. The summer lupines and purple sages dancing amidst the grass reminded him of Draconi Island, where the baby dragons used to play. He missed home already. When he looked up, not anymore were the skies as blue as he had remembered. A pigment of blood slightly blended in the heavens now that the Phoenix Comet was approaching. The end game was near.

It was early in the morning before the sun rose that Cayd pulled me out of beautiful connection. “Madelyn, look around,” he whispers. I look around and I realize what he’s seeing. The forest has come alive with the gold of the Falkor dragons, the silver of the Drache dragons, the rose gold of the Feilong dragons and the pewter of the Ddraig dragons. “We aren’t the only ones who are filling this forest with magic,” he says, before returning his attention to me. It’s mid-morning before we finally disengage, still wanting more.

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

She thanked and watched as Kira left the room. Kira went to train, she was going to ask Dean her questions later. After training with her sword, she went to meet Dean Dragons which was made with Air, Water, Earth and Fire. By the time she was through with he two dragons, she had forgotten what she wanted to ask Emperor Dean. That night, Kando and Cando left Kudarma for Ashland. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Ashland Kingdom:

It looked like the Trap Dragon Thorn. When Darryl first founded the Elysium Gate Sect, he collected a lot of ancient books and documents. He read in one of those books that in order to capture the dragons, the cultivators in ancient times invented a secret weapon called the Trap Dragon Thorn. A dragon that was hit by the Trap Dragon Thorn would lose its mobility. Thereafter, when the dragons disappeared from The Nine Continents, the Trap Dragon Thorne was also lost. Darryl never expected he would encounter the Trap Dragon Thorn in another world.

Drake's POV Frustration simmered within me—I couldn’t get anywhere with Opal. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t lay a finger on her to force the answers I needed. The cold wind bit at my skin as I trudged through the snow, summoning the heat of my magic. Flames roared to life, consuming the corpses. It was the least I could do—to pay my respects, as one dragon honoring another. Even if they weren’t pure dragons, but hybrids or even just half-dragons, it didn’t matter. The fire was a rite, a farewell.

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

Flying on the back of a dragon would never get old. Even though Nya was slightly nervous at being so high up in the sky, with very little to hold on to, by the time she’d been situated on Slate’s dragon’s back for a few hours, she’d gotten used to the thrilling feel of soaring over the forest and mountains below her. She squeezed her legs tightly around his neck, usually holding on with her hands as well, pressed against his slick scales, but from time to time, she couldn’t help but let go with one hand at a time and feel the air moving around her. Long blonde braids billowed out behind her, and the feeling of the wind blowing through her hair was invigorating like nothing she’d ever experie

“I took a different route just in case Antoh was on our tail. Since we’d already decided to stay in a motel, I didn’t think it would matter.” “It was actually very clever of you, my Chloe,” he said with a smile. “What is your full name?” she asked. “My name is Tristan,” he said with confusion. “I know that, but is that all there is to your name?” she asked. “Surface humans have at least two names to identify them. My name is Chloe Kensington. Chloe identifies me, and Kensington identifies the family I belong to.” “I see,” Tristan said thoughtfully. “We do things similar in Manthella. Tristan identifies me and Dragonas is the name of my family or clan. When I sign something, it is with Tr