Dragon Series Books Novels & Stories

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

At least if he couldn't help himself, helping her find a group would give him relief that they were people to watch her back. Drake fell silent as he thought of a better way. He was looking around the cell when his eyes fell on the book from before and an idea came to mind. “Hold on princess, If I remember correctly, I think there might be a ritual in that book that could help us identify dragon blood” he said as he got up and grabbed the book. “Really? That would be great. It would save us a lot of trouble” Elaina replied eagerly. If there was a better way, she was more than willing to give it a try.

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 am going to finish The Silver Dragon book 3 before starting to write up The White Witch. Again, thank y'all for your support throughout this journey. Check out my other books The Silver Dragon, book 2 of the series, Family Secrets, and book 3, Revenge (Still in the works).

I channeled the volatile core of dragon energy directly into my palm, letting a dense, swirling mass of dark crimson and black flames manifest across my skin. With a sharp, sweeping motion of my arm, I unleashed a massive wave of raw fire straight toward the grand entrance. ​The roaring inferno slammed into the reinforced ironwood doors with the force of a collapsing mountain. ​There was a deafening roar as the flames devoured the thick wood instantly, superheating the metal plating until it melted into glowing liquid slag.

Thane Drogos "Have you ever wanted to ride a dragon?" I asked, wading in the deep water. I noticed how she eyed me, eyes darkening, desire present on her face. "I believe I already have." Evie raised an eyebrow, chewing on her lower lip. I laughed. God, I loved her. "Then how about this—have you ever wanted to be fucked by a dragon on a mountain of gold?" Her mouth dropped open, eyes widening as she put two and two together. "You're taking me to your hoard?"

“Cayd and Madelyn would be so happy to know that the prophecy of The Return of the Dragons, has finally come into being.” “They started it all, my love. Without them, dragons would never have returned to the skies.” **This is the end of Book Seven. The Guardian’s Next Generation will continue in Reagan’s book, Savage.

I had to stand up from my seated position to even open the large cover of the book when I opened it more beautiful letters appeared before my eyes "The complete collection of The Pendragon lineage" My eyes went wide as I felt the pages were warm to my touch all of the words in this book were about dragons, Not just any dragons every single dragon “The Protectors of Magic”. Each Dragon had their own page with specific information about them along with beautiful drawings of their dragon forms. On the third page it was thick and folded as I peeled open the pages they folded down into a large family tree with all the dragons and offspring.There were a few pages dedicated on explaining what Auror

He was just a twenty-year-old boy in a soot-stained tactical suit, exhausted to the marrow of his bones. I am just a man, Tristan thought, a profound sense of vertigo washing over him. I toppled the strongest fortress in the Western Reach with nothing but a bluff, a flare, and a pirate’s detonator. And her. He turned his head. Saoirse stood by the viewport, the morning sun catching the silver strands of her hair, turning them into threads of spun light. Her red leathers were scuffed, her breathing slow and measured as she gazed out over the harbor. Even standing still, she radiated an aura of untamed power. She was the Dragon. The last of a mythic lineage.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.