Dragon Road Book Novels & Stories

They all scattered on the dark floor. The Emperor took one notebook, opened it, and read. “The Way of Dragons,” he skimmed the pages. “Fascinating …” Then he handed it to Quarth. “Please … spare my drafts …” Tears started fall on the floor, right under Estevan’s bloodshot eyes. “What’s this?” the Emperor picked another and read. “The Chronicles of Drava …” “No … Not that … please …” Estevan begged. “Not that … Your Eminence …”

Asrar spent the whole morning searching the small town for the golden Dragon but he came up with nothing. He felt nothing not even another dragon in the area. His heart felt heavy once more as he trudged out of that town and on towards the next. He needed to walk so he set out on foot along the road. His head so clouded with thoughts he couldn’t think street his heart felt like it was mending as a happy feeling washed over him. He couldn’t explain it but as his eyes fell on the open field he had a feeling he knew why.

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.

" I looked around and realised that the winds blowing made all the leaves surround me in a circular manner Like they were engulfing me to soothe me The water in the lake looked a lot more blue Like blue lights were being emitted by the water The old man passed me a reassuring smile "She is here son watching you....telling you she is here with you...." I found an unknown courage inside me and got up on my feet "Don't worry Ezra your mate is coming ....you can't die unless your wolf defeats me.....the thunder wolf may have power of thunder but I have power of love.."

Thane Drogos "Have you ever wanted to ride a dragon?" I asked, wading in the deep water. I noticed how she eyed me, eyes darkening, desire present on her face. "I believe I already have." Evie raised an eyebrow, chewing on her lower lip. I laughed. God, I loved her. "Then how about this—have you ever wanted to be fucked by a dragon on a mountain of gold?" Her mouth dropped open, eyes widening as she put two and two together. "You're taking me to your hoard?"

"I've never wanted anything for you but your happiness. Please grant me this." His head drops and Derrick places his arms around my brother. My goodbyes are quick after that. Now I'm fully dressed and flying on a crazy female dragon with a death wish. She's breaking all the rules of the realm with no care that the U.S. military might shoot us down. "Hold on," she yells into my head. A fighter plane comes out of nowhere as Roxy, as she asked me to call her, rolls to her side and takes us between two tall buildings. "We're doing this all the way to Arizona?" I question softly into her mind because her yelling has given me a headache.

I thought with a scornful look on my face. "I can't wait to control their feeble mind," Kendra, my dragon, said with an excited look. "For making fun of how I looked." This war had started years ago when I first accidentally found a book titled the first dragons. And then someone helped me to know more about the first dragons, and their history. Everything started with that first book. The book was buried deep in the depth of a library, and that was the only print, I had found out later. The fascination became obsession and the obsession became need.

the remark came from the commander as he motioned for his men to load me into the gaol wagon. Inside the wagon, dim light filtered through barred windows, casting uneven patterns on the worn floor. The air carried a musty scent, and the wagon's aged interior echoed with the creaking of wheels and the occasional clink of chains. The wooden bench, offering minimal comfort, was a stark contrast to the distant sounds of footsteps and voices. My whole world has just been ripped away from me, and yet, a sense of ease settled through me. The energy that entered my body when I held that pendant was still sending sparks through my muscles, the tingling sensation lingering at my fingertips. The eagern

He removes three lights that were false and adds one new yes in Lyana’s handwriting: Pittsburgh cutting — chose Oregon — yes. When we get home, the second classroom is full again. The children have added their own lines while we were gone. Guard man — shared radio — yes. Book with dragons — taken — yes. Original Tree — one new ring — yes. Draven looks at the wall, at the hundred yeses glowing soft green, and finally says what he thinks. “It’s not sentimental,” he says to Eli. “It’s inventory.” Eli smiles. “All prayers are inventory, if you keep them.”