Dragon's Library Novels & Stories

He then turns and goes deeper into the library. “What is he looking for?” I ask. Ailduin takes my phone, frowning. “I’m not exactly sure, but it looks like this could be an area where the dragons used to live when they were alive. He’s probably going to get some old maps so we can compare them to your image.” “That’s exactly what I’m doin’,” he says, coming back with a bunch of scrolls in his arms. He drops them on the table and Ailduin and I each take one, opening them up.

"A real one. It's about a librarian who rides dragons." He stared at me for two full seconds. Then he turned to Knox with an expression of complete parental triumph. "A librarian who rides dragons," he said. "Knox. A librarian who rides dragons." "I know, Dad." "That's extraordinary." "I know." "You didn't tell me about the dragons." "I told you she was a writer."

Rows of towering bookshelves stretched up into the darkness, accessible only by rickety rolling ladders that looked like skeletons. Tristan and Saoirse moved through the main stacks like ghosts. The librarians—hunched, robed figures with goggles sewn into their hoods—were busy cataloging a new shipment of stolen scrolls from the Dragon Kingdom. They didn't look up as the Prince and his servant slipped past the main desk and into the shadows of the rear alcove. They reached a heavy iron door set into the stone wall. It had no handle, only a keyhole shaped like a screaming mouth.

Anna tries to read it but it is written in strange symbols, almost an alien language to her. “Only a dragon can read this,” Lavi mutters. “This is an ancient language of the Dragons known as Raegonion. It is not easily understandable but Dragons used it to communicate with each other. No other scriptures on the walls are written in this language except this one. Someone in Ghi’or might have knowledge about it or was a Dragon. This temple pre-dates the Great War, after all.” “What does this say?” Anna asks. “It is saying that by turning the dial, we can enter the library,” he says. He searches the wall until he comes across a small dial. Turning the dial, he steps back.

“And now they are sitting in my house demanding the money Meryl owes! Where the hell will I give them from?” Disbelief cruised through her mind as Valerie stared at Judith without blinking her eyes. Did she hear it correctly? Brishor and Chezzal? From Galdere? So the dragons had come to collect their little mate and this was the explanation they gave to Judith. Her heart started racing like a wild horse and she had to pass this information to Lord Alburn. This was as if she was sitting on a gold mine and it was about to blast if she didn’t douse the fuse of the dynamite it was lit with. The two dragons were in the human realm. What if with Alburn’s help, she killed them. So much of their blo

Blaze nodded his head. "I too read about this prophecy. There is an hourglass in the library. Under that hourglass, my father found a scroll. There it was written that the three protectors with their mates would be born to unite the Fae and the dragons" Blaze remembered. "Exactly" Drake agreed. Blaze nodded thoughtfully. "I wonder who the other two protectors are?" Blaze wondered. Drake snorted. "Only our meddling mother would know about that" Drake pointed out, indicating the fairy goddess.

Everyone was talking about a prophecy and he knew nothing about it. Rosalie heard the book thumping against the wall and woke up panicked. She panicked more when Asrar wasn’t beside her. She threw off the sheets and raced out to the shared living space. She knew Ryan and Avalon where in a room beside them. Exiting the room she didn’t see Asrar anywhere which worried her. She did however see the book on the floor. Quietly walking over she lifted it and frowned. This book belonged to her grandmother. She remembered her reading it to her. ‘Dragons Gem.’ Was the ancient text on the cover. It was an old leather cased book that had gotten soft over the years. Her Grandma had made a special cover t

he whispered in her ears. The next day, she woke up again in that tower-like bedroom of a dragon. The red carpets and curtains symbolized their married status and she liked it. This time, in that room, she was powerful enough to stand the cold and the fear of heights. So she decided to walk around to inspect the bedroom, even with only a thin nightdress on. "What are these?" Emma was curious about the many books in the library of his husband. She had never seen that many about the ancient magic of the dragons and she were curious.

She sat up straight and then she began to cry. “Why did this happen to me?” she asked. “To see if it worked,” I said. “We’ll get you home love, don’t worry,” Felix said as he took her hand gently. Felix and I stood in Chelsea’s back garden as I told him everything that had happened in the dragon realm, what Chelsea had told us and the choice Typhon had given her. Felix had always been intrigued that we had a realm of dragons and how we got our beasts. Chelsea was in her kitchen making coffee when Felix and I returned. “Are you okay?”

The Nanny started muttering, looking under the covers and in the wardrobe, but the mischievous child couldn't be found anywhere. "Lady Lisbeth will have my head if I've lost the little shite again, Ragnar!" The heavyset woman left the room, deciding to try the library, hoping she'd have more luck there. As soon as the door closed, the ceiling shimmered, and the golden dragonling landed lightly on the floor. Ragnar Delgaard was a confident child. Despite the war that raged on between Dragons and werewolves, he would still venture outside to play in the orchards or breathe in fresh air-much to his mother's dismay. Today he had a sneakier objective in mind.