Dragon Paths Novels & Stories

“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

------------- --------------------- Eight months later . . . ------------- --------------------- "Aodh, could you please help Kira and Arthur get the kids settled down? Company will be here soon," Shamira half-shouted, half-sighed. Being a mother to a nest of little dragons was exhausting. Since defeating Jonas, four more eggs had hatched, giving her another Sea Serpent (this one a female), a female Horned Dragon from the Far East, a male Stone Dragon from the Rocky Mountains of the United States, and a male Quetzalcoatl from Central America.

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.

Drykator readied himself for his descent, he turned to Drago who had just fixed his mini crossbow to his right arm and was slipping the bolt into place and ensuring the wire was connected correctly. “I’m going down to DV, Drago you get that dragon down!” Drykator barked beginning to bounce from one foot to the other, his legs shook violently with fear, he had never tried anything so dangerous, but he knew deep down it was what had to be done. “The Great Divine Victory needs us,” he rallied.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

" I know more than your name Liana. Come with me. I believe you are looking for a dragon named Damian! " He effectively dodged the part where I asked him about himself. Instead he showed my towards a very big entrance. I was contemplating whether or not to enter that place behind him. I suddenly felt a push from the back. Not a physical one. Like of a gush of wind or something like that. It felt like the entire Dragon Realm was spread out in front of me like a small map. Tiny lights shining all over the map. Like fireflies. Moving and flickering. " This is the Dragon World Liana. Those are the Lanterns of their Life, spread over their world. "

“It’s a long story but she was presumed dead and the other woman got pregnant so I married her. My friend and I went to Montana to find a missing girl and by chance I saw her, she had no memory of who I was or her previous life and I knew from other cases that going to the dragon realm would bring her memories back.” “You just go to the dragon realm?” he asked me. “Abeloth grants me passage,” I said. “So the gray dragon is the strongest in existence then,” he murmured softly and I didn’t think that he intended for me to hear that. “So in the dragon realm Typhon bonded us since we were bonded halves,” I said. “You’ve met Typhon?” he asked me with wide eyes. “Haven’t you? Don’t we all meet Typ

"I know I'm not your match," Ford said, bowing his head. "So, I willingly admit defeat. But I still want to see the Holy Path with my own eyes. That is why... I'm making this shameless request." His explanation actually made sense. Chase and the others already knew that Sky Dragon Holy Land was founded by the dragons who had ascended from the lower realm. It was not difficult to believe that they had the secret techniques needed to transmit battle footage.

The moment Clara clenched the ruby in her palm, a terrifying pressure surged through the Dragon Abyss. The stench of death spread in all directions as the slumbering evil dragon finally opened its eyes. Clara was so terrified that her legs nearly gave out. She trembled violently and stammered, "There really… There really is an evil dragon down here!" The dragon's body was shrouded in black miasma. It opened its blood maw wide and slithered closer to Clara with obvious malice.

Back at the manor, I pulled Elara into a tight embrace by the fireplace, hungrily inhaling the incredibly soothing scent of her hair. I swore to the Dragon God, and I swore on my very soul: In this life, if anyone ever dares to make my mate shed a single tear—even my own blood brother—I will burn their soul to nothingness with my dragon flame.