Dragon's Library Novels & Stories

I wanted to feel alive. The royal library was quiet and dark. Only my candle lit the old table. Dust floated in the air. I had sneaked into the forbidden section again. My fingers traced the ancient leather cover of the book. It felt warm. Alive. The pages spoke of dragons. Old gods who slept deep in the mountains. Creatures that hoarded gold and beautiful things. I wanted to be wanted. Even if it was dangerous. My heart beat faster as I read the words out loud. My voice was soft at first. Then stronger. The runes glowed under my fingertips. A strange heat spread through my body. It settled low in my belly. Between my thick thighs. I pressed them together and kept reading.

The desert stretched endlessly beneath them, golden waves rippling in the morning sun. But the vastness of the sands was nothing compared to the gargantuan force that followed. The white dragon, a leviathan of legend, soared behind them, its massive wings stirring the sky itself. It was like a mountain had uprooted itself, taking flight, shaking the world with each powerful beat of its wings. Caelia sat firmly atop Rhyzar, her fingers lightly gripping the thick obsidian scales beneath her. Her heart still pounded from the events in the city, from the whispered revelations, from the undeniable truth that this ancient being believed her to be something more.

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

I implore. He continues looking at me with suspicious eyes before relenting with a small sigh. “It’s actually Dragon Lord’s residence now. The library is at the back of his residence.” I frown. Shouldn’t he live in the Queen’s residence? However, I don’t voice my curiosity. “Can you… take me there?” I ask, feeling embarrassed and nervous all of a sudden. I mean what if I’m in the middle of raising the library and Clyde returns? “Sure,” he says with a lopsided grin.

I frowned. AIKON The bottle of wine almost slips on my hand. I suddenly became out of focus for the first time. I looked up and saw the person responsible for it. “Black Dragon.” I shivered upon thinking of his name. I can’t believe he was him. The famous Black Dragon. The invincible. No mission failed. I sighed and was shocked when the bottle slips on my hand. Then someone catches it and spoke. “Hyung, is there something wrong?” it was the twin that substituted me a while ago.

On the top of Venos's staff was the emerald eye of the dragon he had defeated in a cave on the coast of the Atlantean sea. Finally, when they entered the library, they saw an "ordinary" picture: around the center of the library revolved huge bookcases with countless books on their shelves, and on the floor of the center of the library was depicted, carved with white magic, a blue sphere on which were written the legendary words of Graeme Noterdam, glowing gold. Every wizard of the order Simultage knows these words: "Magic does not exist in the world, but magic exists in loving hearts."

Yet in my heart I know the truth, I flash back to the images I saw on the paintings in the castle, during my wandering. Now it makes sense! The Royal family are the dragons of old. It was always them, but why they lost the ability to change is a mystery. However, in each of those portraits the eyes were the common link between the human and the dragon. Lilli! I'm staring at my Lilli! As that realisation crashes through me she moves away and growls, then someone shouts. “Stay away from me beast!” She lets out an angry roar and grabs something, it takes me a moment to realise that she has caught Lance, just as his gun lands on the floor.

Chapter Thirty-One The Burning Names The first library died before Emmy reached it. She saw the smoke from the sky. Black columns twisted above the eastern forest, thick enough to stain the morning red. Flames climbed through the trees surrounding the ancient wolf archive, turning the horizon into a glowing wound. Emmy clung tighter to Ignisvath. His enormous black wings beat against the heated air as they descended toward the burning structure. Dragons filled the sky around them. Some carried riders. Others flew alone.

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

“Better than I expected. It helped that she believes that earth isn’t the only planet with life on it. It also helped that she was watching a movie about a dragon when I brought it up.” “There are several dragon movies out there.” Begin Lucas. “What movie was she watching?” “It doesn’t matter Lucas. Dragon heart.” I said. He laughed, “Yeah, that is a good one.” “So, three down, two to go,” Chase says. “Well, if all things go well maybe only one to go.” Says Gailan with a smirk. “You found your mate?” Asks Mitch. “Yeah, and as you said her scent draws me in.” “Wow, I am jealous.” Says poor Lucas the last one of us still single.