Dragon's Library Novels & Stories

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.

​Beneath the drawing, a single line of script remained crisp: ​When the Dragon Queen awakens, the Black Gate shall bleed once more. ​My throat went bone-dry. ​The Gate. ​The colossal, rune-carved barrier standing in the middle of the inferno. The seal the dragon kept showing me in my sleep. ​Before I could process the find, a sharp, metallic knock rattled the library door. ​I flinched, my hand instantly dropping over the ancient parchment. Nobody interrupted me in the library. ​The knock sounded again, heavier this time. Authoritative. ​I slid the parchment into my bodice, crossed the room, and pulled the heavy oak door open.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

I pause for a moment, “Have you found anything in the books?” Taran shakes his head, “No, history is completely different. Even the castle’s history is wrong. It was expanded in the 14th century and funded by an Earl thanking us for keeping the vampires from invading. These books say the Earl built it in the 14th century.” I turn and look at the mythology section of the library. Whispering, “I wonder,” I get up and begin looking for books on dragons. “What are we looking for now?” Taran asks curiously.

Raisel sat in Islandia’s library. It was in a very high tent and spacious, one could get missing in it. The shelves were made out of crystals that towered high above. Small dragons flew up to get books from the top shelves. She found a small corner in the library and took out her notes, she picked out any books, pamphlets, articles anything that had to do with the heart of magic. She read till midday, however, she could not find out anything that they didn’t already know.

I change into a pair of leather pants and a bra strapping my sword to my waist. While I'm changing, Flavius wanders around the room, lightly brushing his fingers across the many bookshelves I have carved out of the mountain wall. "When I thought of your room, I never thought of so many books. I thought it would be full of weapons and armor," he says jokingly. "I love to read, honestly," I respond. "I’m surprised, though; you even have books written in other languages," he remarks. "There is a lot of great literature that came from the elves and the fae. As a dragon, I am fluent in all languages. I only have to hear the language once, and I can speak it," I tell him nonchalantly.

Elaina’s breath caught as he pulled out a thick, aged book bound in dark leather, its surface etched with faded symbols that seemed to shimmer faintly even in the low light. Her heart skipped. “No,” she breathed. “Yes,” Jone said, eyes twinkling. “I call it the dragon compendium. I think you music tunes you speak of is in it… the one you’ve been missing.” Elaina stared at it, stunned. “How… how do you have that?” The book looked exactly like the one they had left behind in the palace… only a little rough due to previous handling. She almost thought it was the same one but she remembered Drake had most warriors were given to book to study from.

Vaelrion’s hand settled against her lower back—steadying, possessive, amused. “You are enjoying this far too much,” she muttered. “I enjoy watching you panic.” “That’s concerning.” “You are beautiful when flustered.” Gods. This male would flirt during the apocalypse. The library stretched endlessly around them, carved from glowing crystal and ancient black stone. Dragons moved between towering shelves carrying scrolls, books, and shimmering magical records. Some glanced at her curiously. Others smiled openly. And slowly, the fear she expected to feel began to ease. “They really accept me?” she asked quietly.

I tiptoed, slowly walking towards the shelf, trying to hide myself and make everything quick before she wakes up. I scan, poke, and pick every strands of books just to find that special one. If i am not mistaken, it was the blue book i have accidentally choosen before, which the librarian knows it's prohibited. ### After scanning for a couple of minutes, I finally have found what im here for. This was the book I have held before. It is the one who's talking about parallel universe and portals. Before the dragon reawakened, I quickly run to exit. I look like a thief.

Maybe he swallowed humans whole. I began my climb again and reached the arch about twenty minutes later. A giant platform hung over the tower past the stairs. I assumed it was so the dragon could land, but I didn't see how he could fit through the door's arch. A long hallway stretched past the opening, and I followed it. The rotting death smell deteriorated, but my own unpleasant scent increased. The hallway opened to a monstrous combination library and sitting room. I could see three doors at one end and another arch and hallway at the other. Bookcases lined the tall walls, with ladders attached to rails resting to the sides so a person could reach all the books. I'd never seen the like. I