Dragon Revenge Novels & Stories

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.

I dare not say anything else, not that they would answer or believe me anyway, so I resigned to remain quiet while we drove to what I could only assume was my doom. The 19-hour drive in silence was the calm before the storm would hit - what would await me at Dragonetti Estate? Il Drago mentioned his wife. Would she be there to join in my torture? Would she laugh in glee as I get defiled night after night? From what I heard the Dragonetti were bloodthirsty killers who burned infants alive, so what kind of woman in her right mind would stay married to a man like Il Drago - or Dante as I learned his name was.

thought Chaos. [Vampire Dragon Transformation: Level 2] A unique Ability that only someone with both the Vampire and the Dragon Bloodline can acquire, is the combination of Vampire Transformation and Dragon Transformation Abilities, which transform the user into a hybrid between a monstrous vampire and a large and strong dragon. While transforming, all of your Vampire and Dragon Abilities are enhanced by x1.5, while damage dealt is enhanced by x1.5, and damage received is reduced by x1.5, but Mana is constantly drained.

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

She glided lightly over the ground, her magic both elegant and devastating. On the far flank, Oscar, the second son of the King of Dreadmoor — a mountain of a man — slammed his fists into the ground. The earth split beneath the Dark Knights’ feet, jagged pillars of stone erupting to trap and crush. His dark armour gleamed, his black eyes blazing with controlled rage “Try getting through this, you bastards!” he growled.

Naham and Roman were nervous as they clung to their mates, watching a large group of hybrids line up near Atticus. Atticus spoke to his people and promised that their forever home was almost ready. The king looked toward Naham and Roman, but both were too frightened to leave their mate's arms. Atticus smiled at Naham and Roman, and then, the next moment, Draven burst out of his body like an explosion. His long tail stretched out behind his body, and his claws sank into the ground. His eyes burned with fire, and he looked directly at Naham and Roman. The area between his scales seemed transparent, allowing one to see the fire burning inside the large beast. Smoke seeped from his body as his n

He fought like a predator toying with his prey with his movements calculated and almost fluid. River wanted to fight but Lord Draven refrained her from it. He had her clung to him, protectively fighting the rogues off for her. This was no longer the aloof, arrogant vampire she remembered. This was a creature of terrifying power and lethality. The stench of blood settled in the air as a grim testament to the savagery of the fight. One by one, the rogues fell and their lifeless bodies littering the ground like dirt. Finally, panting and bloodied, they stood alone amongst the butchery. Lord Draven and Gonzalo’s combination was formidable. River had never seen a fight such as that.

“I think you fail to see there is nothing that I don’t already know. So if you want our deal still on, find something substantial that does not involve betraying your people” “You have no idea what you are talking about. These people betrayed me first. All that I have known, all that I have believed in. They hate me first. They treated me worse. You don’t understand a single thing” “I don't care what they did to you. We will be riding on my dragon. It is faster” Drogo and the Ravkans with their dragons waited for me to give the next instruction. I liked that we never perform any action separately whenever we are out and away from our land. One thing the werewolves lack.

Ten down. I went down on my knees and coughed up blood. I rolled onto my back, breathing hard. This was it. This was the end. I’d fought until the very end and I’d taken each and every one of them down. The man wasn’t burning anymore and he knelt next to me. “You’re not dying today, Levi,” he said and smiled. I looked into his blue eyes but I didn’t know his face. I never forgot anything but this man clearly knew me. Somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind his name came to me. Kiran Sinclair.

The sound of leathery wings echoed through the night sky as Dante approached landing beside her the stunning dragon roared blowing fire into the air surrounding the ‘Divine One’ singeing his eyebrows. ‘’Let me have the honour.’ He mindlinked Tegan and she stepped back, releasing her power back into the earth, giving him the room to exact his revenge. ‘Go right ahead.’ She moved into the shadows, turning away as Dante used his dragon to destroy the man who had tried to destroy them. In the end he was just another human who thought he could rule the Immortal world. Tegan stood at the edge of the clearing. The ‘Stone’ the Druids had used was now a charred relic; there was nothing holy or ancien