Dragon Seed Novel Novels & Stories

O’er cliff and cave, through mist and gloom, She carries life back to the womb. A phantom swift, a breath, a sigh, The thief who makes the dragons cry. Skylar I jolt awake, disoriented because of the very real dream I was having where a golden dragon was talking to me. I shake my head. Okay, maybe that wasn’t a dream. Maybe that was real. Or was it? “My lady! My lady, you have to get up. The thief stole the egg! King Augustus is furious!” one of my maids says.

She could tell, as the group ebbed and flowed, coming closer to her location, that it was a man, probably around her father’s age, and he was in chains. Confusion washed over Nya as she thought about the children her kingdom sacrificed while Goodhorn was using the dragon as a way to punish criminals. Was it acceptable to the dragon to have someone of this status as his meal? Why would he care, after all? It all seemed so wrong to her. How many children had they killed off when they could’ve been handing over persons who were already condemned to die? Her stomach turned just thinking about it. Luckily for Nya, she didn’t have much time to think about anything. She needed to go if she was goin

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

book," Azazel suggested and Agnes replies, "Oh yes. My ancient book...""I assume it is safe with Serpent King.""Let me just get it..." she waggled her fingers and disappeared in a millisecond.Agnes reached directly to the land of the Dragonese and saw the Dragon was made of stone."What is this!" she spoke to herself and murmured something.Within a second, the dragon became alive again...the stone had disappeared slowly."Who did this? Who came into my palace?" she asked the reason and the Dragon blew the air and it showed the frosty image of three women.She recognized one of them and clenched her fists tightly.Another second and she appeared with the dragon at the villa, her face filled with

She pushed the plate out the door, then made her way back over to her bed, where she picked up the book again. Catori skipped random pages until she saw the words, Desolation. (The land of BorrowsHood, later called Desolation, was where Nightwing settled, becoming the only dragon of his kind to have no family or battalion. Thriving off the land, sea and his brute strength, and living in a cave. Until over twenty dragons joined him, once again making him their king. They build the small area together, and expanding the land where they could. The males hunt, while the females of the small clan would take care of their children. Along with the baby, Nightwing tried to hide, and refuse to say wh

Smoke curled from its nostrils with each slow breath. Elara froze. “This is not real,” she whispered, though she wasn’t certain. The dragon’s eye snapped open. Gold. Just like Verath’s. The creature lifted its head, studying her. A rumbling growl vibrated through the cavern. Cross, a voice echoed inside her mind. Her throat tightened. “I have to walk past you?” The dragon’s tail shifted, cracking stone. Cross or burn. She glanced at the narrow path. It was barely wide enough for her feet. One misstep and she would fall into molten rock.

The universe had decided to give me another one, in a place I did not know, in a body that was not mine, with a family that had already sold me before I had even opened my eyes. "When you say Dragon King," I said carefully, "you mean that literally. You mean an actual dragon." Nobody answered. Which was, honestly, answer enough. Oh my Goddess.

It's the reason the curse of one-hundred-thousand years will bring me pain until those years have passed. I am the last direct descendant of Drakon, the dragon who caused the curse. My father was his brother. I alone should pay for Drakon's sins, but the Goddess is vengeful. I've watched all the dragons die but the four of us. Then watched my three remaining brother dragons suffer with the pain of losing their brides again and again. It's fitting that I loved Meagan so deeply, and I will love my next bride in the same way. Fire rises in my throat and I let it slice over the water that has accepted my bride as gift. Now the long years of loneliness begin again. And I will survive because drag

Jordan said already going through his book. “What's this book about?” Ashley said looking at the strange things on the book. “It's history about all the goddesses and their special dragons, I and Damian will read the books concerning the unification of blood ritual its mostly about spells so we need to be careful not to read it out Damian” Jordan said and Damian nodded in understanding. “Louis and Ashley will read about Goddess Rwanda, Tasha and Juliette about Goddess Thea” Jordan said pausing for a while. “What about us?” William said referring to him and Randall.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i