Dragon Rebirth Novels & Stories

Instantly, his body erupted in a dazzling white light. At this moment, Rebella was enveloped in Genesis Divine Light, suspended in the void and radiating a murderous aura. “You, man from the Dark World, I’ll make your soul scatter today.” Saying this, she chopped down with her palm once again. A terrifying Genesis Power manifested into a massive golden dragon and charged swiftly toward James and Xitlaly.

Thunder roared and a storm began as she screamed: “For six hundred years, no Golden Dragon will be born again! When one finally returns, it will be born alongside a Werewolf, one tied to both fire and fang. And the future of the DragonBorns will rest in the hands of this hybrid. Then I shall return.” That same night, Alpha King Ajax slew the DragonBorn Sovereign king. The Golden Dragon linked to the Sovereign died too, ending the sacred fire of the DragonBorns. Dragons could no longer spit fire. Now, six hundred years later, The Werewolf Queen bore a son. His name was Draekon. And in his hand, was the long awaited Golden Dragon egg. CHAPTER 1 IRON-VALE (PROVINCE OF THE ALPHA KING). "Father!!

He can't resurrect…' The scaled dragon was stunned too. It looked at the lotus in front of him dubiously while feeling shocked. 'Is that Sir Darryl's resurrection? This power… It's so strong and special.' While Magaera and the scaled dragon were still shocked, the Red Lotus spun quickly until it finally disappeared. The looming shadow became real. It was Darryl. 'How amazing! Sir Darryl has resurrected.' The scaled dragon felt joyful as it laughed. "Sir Darryl, you're so amazing. I thought you were dead."

Each drop hissed as it touched the bones. The valley came alive. A low rumble echoed from the ground, growing louder, deeper, until the air vibrated with ancient power. The bones began to move wings reattaching to spines, claws fusing with limbs, skulls lifting toward the storming sky. Flames burst from their jaws as life returned to them. One by one, the dragons rose again. This was my aim all along. I wasn't able to do this ritual before but I have to pay a huge price to be able to resurrect these dead dragons.

The crowd was getting restless upon finding out, but their silence soon returned when Guinevere spoke through the microphone that was a crystal ball on a blue stick. "Ahem, greetings to my people and to everyone else in the world who is watching this. I know that this is a very sudden event that would normally take weeks to prepare for. However, we have made a desperate decision that this must take place as soon as possible. As we have announced, on this day, there is a new Dragon Emperor born. He is a descendant of the first Dragon Emperor of Destruction, Draco Blair, and also the grandson of the fourth Dragon Emperor of Destruction, Raisya Blair." Guinevere said.

Alpha Adam asked, confused. "Don't you know what he is, Alpha Adam? He is the mighty king of the dragons. The one and only King Arabic Reubus from the Kingdom of Diaphora. A long-lost kingdom for millenniums!" That lengthy explanation, hopefully, would give these two some sense to think brilliantly now.

"I'm back." I look up to see West approaching my desk. He's an impure like me. People like us are regarded as the abominations of the society. He's a mage who has the blood of an undead flowing in his veins. On the other hand, I'm a dragon shifter with demon blood running through my veins. "She's safe and sound, Dash. Now, tell me what that was about." "Fine." .... "I can't believe we're doing this" I mutter. West chuckles and nudges me.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

I heard her say as she cleaned the crocodile tears that threatened to stream down her face. Actually, I wasn't good from the scratch. I had to be good so I tried. Desperately. It was the only weapon an abandoned child like me had to survive. I was a child with a heart so desperate to be loved by family and they went ahead to stomp all over it. Why did I have to be the butt of the joke? All this time, what did I work for? Dear Lord, now that all this has happened, I regret my life with all my being. Please have mercy on this pitiful fool and if you give me one more chance, I'll give everything I have and get my revenge. I promise.

That night, word reached us that Flint had beaten Rhea up so hard he shattered her legs and left her crippled. Not long after, he left on a business trip and never returned. Others said he was assaulted by bandits. With no one to care for her, Rhea was left in squalor with festering wounds. She slowly rotted away in agony. When Mother came begging me to help Rhea because we were family, Drakon shut the doors in her face. Now that I'd been given a second chance at life, all I wanted was to live it well. Looking at the hatchling in my arms and at Drakon beside me, I knew this was the life I wanted. And my heart was finally at peace.