Dragon Road Book Novels & Stories

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

Just before I closed my eyes, I thought I saw a big dark shadow pass over us. I opened to look around when I heard Rob say, “What the hell is that?” He slammed on the brakes and stopped the car. There right in front of us standing in the road was a huge dark blue dragon. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Am I asleep and in a nightmare all along? Because dragons are not real. But if it were a dream, why can’t I wake up? The dragon lifted his head and roared so loud it hurt my ears. Smoke was coming out of his mouth as well. A fire-breathing dragon. He bent his head low and stared at us in the car growling. Now I am going to die by a dragon. A real live dragon.

It lumbered closer to her, nudging her up from the ground with it’s large head. It’s eyes seemed to plead with her. Madchen couldn’t take her eyes off him, it had to be a boy she just knew. Instead of being terrified, she felt strangely safe and comforted. She reached a shaky hand to his nose, and the dragon bent his head allowing her to touch him. “D,Drago?” she whispered. The dragon purred as she rubbed his nose. He closed his eyes in contentment as smoke bellowed from his nostrils. Madchen watched in amazement as Drago appeared before her, in all his naked glory.Before she could move, he had her wrapped safely in his arms.

Dawn Smith was the little sister she never had. “Great!” Dawn said, happily “ooh, Harry Potter!” she added as she flopped down onto the bed, her black and purple striped hair fanning out over the bedspread. She snatched the book from Lena’s hands “I prefer Goblet of Fire” she glanced up at the older woman “it had dragons”. “So does Philosopher’s Stone”, Lena pointed out. Dawn blew a raspberry at that. “Hardly. It has an itty bitty baby dragon named Norbert but that’s it”, she said “nothing like the badass Hungarian Horntail” Dawn rolled over onto her stomach “hey, you do think dragons are real? That would be so cool”.

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang

Alpha of Gods Harmony Moon Series Book 3 A Steamy Werewolf / Dragon / Hybrid Romance Novel Ms. Sophia Chapter 1: Who is He? Ryder My pulse was racing, my breathing was rapid, but I could do this all day. Nothing is a challenge for me anymore. I ducked as a fist aiming for my face barely grazed the side of my head. That’s only because I am becoming bored with all of this, he wouldn’t have touched me otherwise.

Please use this knowledge wisely. The book glowed and floated in the air. Each page flipped quickly, and sentence after sentence appeared on the blank page. Each page was written in the ancient script in Dragon Language. "Can you read it?" asked Astrid curiously. "Yes, I can read it. But it looks like we can't linger here. We gotta get out of here. The library is almost closed according to my estimation," Draco whispered. Astrid patted her forehead. "Ah, you are right. We can be locked in this room. We need to get out of the library before the clerk looks for us and finds us here. Come on, let's go out," said Astrid.

"Roosevelt, lost in madness, stared with eyes full of bloodlust. Eloise smiled, mocking him. 'I told you I would ruin you, Your Majesty. May bitterness and sorrow be your eternal companions.'" Micha's brows tightened. "She provoked a man who already lost everything. That's suicide." The next lines formed slowly, dramatically. A roar shook the skies. Not human. Not beast. Ancient. "A dragon appeared. Black scales, silver eyes, wings stretching wider than any castle. It landed with pride, lowering itself before Roosevelt." Both of us froze. A dragon. A real dragon. Even the book seemed to tremble on the page. The dark-winged creatures bowed. The dragon bowed to Roosevelt.

Drake These last two weeks have been exceedingly quiet. I am not sure if this is a good thing or not. No more female dragons have been kidnapped. Dad told us that a total of eighteen were kidnapped. I guess one tried to escape because her body was found three days after she disappeared. Her body had been drained of blood. I know that it was that sadistic fucker Jyquardini and his creatures. Dad told us that she was the daughter of a head warrior from a clan that shared its border with Alpha Tundra. I know that Reyna wants to go and visit his clan, but it is too dangerous between the weather and those assholes lurking around. The weather here has been just as shitty. I look out the

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)