Dragon's Soul Novels & Stories

I'm telling you that you should let your soul complete her mission, but instead of incarnating in the son of your door, why not incarnate in the dragon that is the door's companion? - My soul inside the dragon? He has a soul already. You know it is not easy to make two souls share a body. Why do you think I kidnapped the soul? And what is the objective of that? - Activate the door. Isn't the door supposed to be activated by true love? Your door loves the dragon; just make the dragon's essence disappear and let your soul occupy it. True love and pure evil… booooom, the door opens, and we can all get out.

Rion is last, his cool seed a blessed relief inside her overheated body as frost patterns spiral across the ceiling above them. They collapse together on the massive bed, a tangle of limbs and elements. Steam rises where Draven's fiery skin meets the moisture beading on Aquina's skin. The claiming mark between her shoulder blades throbs with each heartbeat, pulsing in sync with the three dragons who now share her soul.

Kiran was surprised to learn that the Dragon Soul was within his mother. "Years ago, Axel Yanes, your master, and I combined our efforts to place the Dragon Soul within your mother to prevent it from being stolen." "You know my master?" Kiran asked urgently. The elder didn't answer but continued, "We divided our tasks: I came to the West to retrieve the Dragon and Phoenix Core Technique, your master searched for promising young talents as future heirs of the Imperial Dragon, and Axel Yanes defended against external threats." The elder coughed violently again, and Kiran infused more internal energy into him.

All of the dragons growled in unison, it was very loud, and the very foundations of the earth shook. As Raisel stared at them, something struck her, how very different she was from Dragomir. Their lives were like two parallel lines. He was a dragon, and not only that he was king of the dragons which means he had responsibilities that had to be fulfilled. He had the stone too which means the dragons were powerful. She was only a human girl now, their adventure had come to an abrupt end. She had to go back to Avalon, to her life there.

"My husband, the king of the winter realm, your future father-in-law, doesn't want her to remember you, her mate" Avery revealed. "What?" Drake asked angrily. How dare this winter king? He is trying to take Nyra away from him. Drake thought with anger. Even Mason looked angered by this news. Avery can understand their anger. For a dragon, a mate is not just a partner who shares life with them. But more, much much more. A mate shares a soul with the dragon. If a dragon loses a mate, he will lose a part of his soul too. He will not be the same as earlier.

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

Dude #2 yelled back suddenly. “Guys, we have no choice, we either do this or die when we go home, and if we run.. he’ll find us” dude#3 said. Unable to handle the truth of what awaits them, he started walking away from the other guys. ‘Sapphire, what are these guys?’ I asked my dragon, uncertain of their different scents. ‘That’s a delta dragon, gamma dragon and warrior dragon. That gamma dragon is the highest ranking one, deltas are like healers and warriors are obviously warriors,’ she laughed at me, making my fists clenched slightly.

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

Alicia screamed loudly and burst into flames, turning into her phoenix, and breaking free of the shackles, wrapping the chain around his neck, and pulling tight with her claws, opening the gash she had caused earlier. The Red Dragon wrapped his ferocious tail around her neck until she let go. The dragon pinned her to the ground and Alicia realized his intention, so she fought against him with all her might. Still, he had her pinned. She could not move at all, and she was running out of ideas. Suddenly, the big dragon’s weight was lifted off her, and she realized that three dragons were tearing him to pieces. Alicia’s dragon, her prince had saved her, and the Red Dragon was dead. Geoffrey and

She turns and looks at me, then surprises me but leaning over and breathing in my scent. I asked Bynjym why the dragons do this. It’s very disconcerting as the receiver of their breathing because it makes you feel dizzy or, in some instances, I’ve seen people pass out. Bynjym described it as the dragons breathing in your soul, feeling the reality of what you’ve said and who you are. It’s their way of stripping you down the person you truly are without ever needing to have a conversation with you. It’s how the dragons always know they’ve chosen the right rider.