Dragon's Blade Novels & Stories

This human has a talent like no other, dragons are known for building master weaponry, but this is even better than some of the swords back at the horde. Where the handle meets the blade is an onyx dragon, its mouth wide open, the blade protruding from it. The body of the dragon coils around the grip. The pommel of the sword is made to look like an extended pair of wings. I admire the effort put into the small details of the dragon, every scale carved carefully into it. Lightly I run my hand over the handle, feeling all the different textures. "This sword is absolutely beautiful,” I comment. “It’s a mighty fine piece of work isn’t it; I’ve never seen Flavius make a finer piece,” Neron says p

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

The dragon let out a loud roar, and as Catori stared at him, she realised it to be the said dragon that attacked her that day down by the beach. The dragon swing its tail, hitting away those that seemed frozen in fear. There was a roar in the distance, as if responding to the cry of Chief Stone. "Shit is about to get real." Fang laughed before transforming. Just then, Lucian seemed to drop out of the sky. "Stone!" He yelled. His voice was so powerful that it caused the ground to crack. "It's time to die." He pointed at the dragon, then he turned to look at Rydstorm. "You better protect my daughter with all that you have boy, I have a score to settle."

Even a single drop of that poison could kill any dragon and there is no cure for that. 'No one knows that I am coming and going into the palace at night time. So they must be searching for Brandon' Blaze guessed. "There he is. Kill him" one of them cried thinking that it's Blaze that they were hired to kill. Blaze let his fire take over his entire body and began to burn all the red dragons one at a time. Brandon too came out of his hiding place and began to snap the necks of as many red Dragons as he could. When there is only one dragon left, both the brothers surrounded him and Blaze is trapped him with his fire.

I let out a breath I had not realized I was holding. But if he was not here for that, what did he come here for? “I want you to get a blade for me” he continued, overlooking the balcony and the stables below from a distance with his eyes. When I still remained silent, he carried on “the vendor must not know you’re from the castle or have any connections with us. All you’re permitted to say is that you need an enchanted blade for protection. There’s a chance he would bring out the specific blade I seek with the rest of his collection. You would purchase the blade and return to the castle. If the blade is not among the pile he displays to you, press further and if he does not give in, purchase

Even Vane, who usually had a snarky comment for everything, paused with his mouth half-open. She wasn't wearing a dress. The red leather armor was gone. In its place, she wore a tailored men’s suit of charcoal gray, cut sharp at the waist. A black silk shirt was buttoned to her throat, concealing the Dragon Charm. Her silver hair was pulled back into a severe, high ponytail, exposing the sharp line of her jaw and the cold, violet intensity of her eyes. She wore a long, thin blade at her hip—not a broadsword, but an estoc, a piercer’s sword.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

"The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union." There was no cheering or music. The moment the words were spoken, two Skyblade Warriors moved toward me at once. “We must depart now, Princess.” They didn't give me a chance to say goodbye. They led me out of the ritual hall immediately. "Diana! Wait!" I heard my father's voice shouting from behind. My family was rushing out to follow us out of the palace, struggling to keep up with the fast pace of the warriors. A black carriage lined with iron armor was already waiting, attached to two giant horses. Beside th

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

Studying. Experienced. Dangerous. Good. I bare my teeth and roar across the sky. “Your master hides while you bleed for him!” The fae laughs softly. “Malrec has already won.” “Then why send you?” I snarl. The dragon lunges. Fast. Too fast for a creature his size. His jaws snap shut inches from my throat as the fae warrior strikes with his spear, the enchanted weapon slicing across my scales with a burst of searing magic. Pain flares down my side.