Dragon Sage Mode Novels & Stories

“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

Kael Ashveyn is no ordinary dragon king; alpha blood runs through his veins, a legacy from the mother who broke tradition to love a wolf. So when the mate bond drags him to Sable Windmere, a weak, powerless omega from the territories his court despises, his pride refuses to accept her. He humiliates her, ignores her, treats her as beneath him until the bond forces something in him to notice every time she's hurt, every time she's disrespected, every time she flinches. His wolf won't let it go, even as his dragon fights to. Slowly, unwillingly, Kael starts to change. And Sable, who has spent her life believing she deserves nothing, starts to wonder if the king who once discarded her might be

If one of them were not met, the final treasure could not be obtained. “Andrius!” Old Hagstorm took out a knife and threw it to Old Hagstorm, “Use the Dragon Tiger Swordplay that I taught you to pass this level. Make sure you make sure to shoot down every dart!” “Alright!” Andrius was slightly stunned and took the knife, then stepped forward. Sure enough, as soon as he entered the red line’s range, darts whizzed toward him. Andrius did as Old Hagstorm instructed and began to use the first move of the Dragon Tiger Swordplay.

Only one thing was that Moore had to try to scream, and Brawen had to stay in the room and torture the thorns so that they cried out in pain. Peagasus, save me, Peagasus, save me – Irina fell to her knees. But in vain, Peagasus had already collapsed outside, and even if it was okay, it would certainly not do anything until it received orders. That's the difference between Moore and countless other dragons - dragons that only wait for their master's command to dare to do it. Brawen chose Moore because of that, she needs a companion who can decide for herself, not a robot waiting for her commands. Because maybe there will be cases where you can't give orders like Irina right now.

"You celebrate too soon. There is only one true dragon in this world, and that is the Divine Dragon of Etharia. The Dragon's Cyclone, created by Mr. Sloan, originated from the Holtrien octagonal formation. "He may have innovated and forged something deadly, but at the end of the day, the old ways still reign supreme. No matter how the younger ones twist it or flaunt it, they always end up bowing to their ancestors." "Break!" With a roaring shout, endless streams of energy around Andrew's body surged wildly backward, shooting upward. These streams all turned blood-colored, crimson, and black. Flames burned across the surface of these energy streams.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

she mumbled. “Lie down on the couch, you’re going to pass out,” I said to her. “What’s happening?” Felix asked. “She needs to fully merge with her dragon, it usually takes about twelve hours,” I said. Megan was on the couch, her eyes closed and her breathing even. Felix sat down on the other couch and closed his eyes. “There’s no time to relax.” “You said twelve hours,” Felix said without opening his eyes. “Be ready to go in thirty minutes,” I said to him as he shoved his middle finger in the air.

“Of course not my King.” “Explain then why my dragon is feeling enamored of Miss Grey here, that something is shutting my dragon out, wanting to stay hidden.” “My King, my sister’s dragoness is naturally shy.” “Her what?” His rough voice echoed around the room as his eyes flashed yellow in disbelief. “My sister has merged with her dragoness.” “Impossible!” Sorin was playing his role excellently. “Scylla …” My voice was soft and coaxing. Scylla was a wild card in this whole plan because it would all go to shit if she lashed out at him.

The legends didn't do him justice - the Dragon God was even more beautiful in person. Staring at him, I could tell that beneath his perfect exterior, there lies a hidden strength just waiting to be unleashed. The Dragon God’s eyes glowed with a fierce crimson red, and his cropped black hair moved as if blown by the wind. The spikes along his fingers and arms appeared sharp and menacing, but he seemed like he could retract them with ease. If it weren't for the black pants he had on, he would have been fully nude, his muscular torso with the finest of hairs on full display.

I'm not crazy about everyone knowing about my powers, but I know that any ally of our pack is safe. Saige is going crazy in my head when I start smelling the most delicious smell. It smells like sandalwood and mint. I was lost in that scent when the most beautiful dragon I have ever seen lands in our wood line, lets off two children, and after getting dressed, he approaches us. The man is an Adonis! He has jet-black hair, the most gorgeous emerald green eyes I have ever seen, and he towers over me! The man must be close to seven feet tall! He's tall enough and wide enough to wrap himself around me at least a couple times. Saige keeps yelling, "MATE! MATE! Move closer to mate!" I argue, "I ca