Dragon Series Novels & Stories

Dragon starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing faded Calavera tattoos, “Chain’s fine. Got a tension tool in my box. I’ll fix it antes de que (before) sundown.” Poking at the rusted exhaust, “Pfft. Tool ain’t magic, kid. And this exhaust? Sounds like a dying chupacabra.” Dru stifles a laugh. I shoot her a glare, but I'm trying to hide my own smirk with my beard. Dragon shakes his head, then glances up towards Dru on the porch, “¿En serio (Seriously) You think I’d let her hurt? I seen what happens when you don’t guard your crew.” Dragon rolls up his sleeve further, revealing a tattooed date—“2003–2019”—inked beneath the Calavera’s hollow eyes. The numbers curl like smoke from a prayer candle,

Dhari lunged towards Drake with his sword drawn. Drake was not expecting that. Dhari managed to catch Drake off guard, and as a result Drake now has a gash on the left side of his chest. The injury is deep and blood started to drip from the wound, and his dark blue shirt became darker. But what Dhari doesn't know is that Drake is a dragon, and he can heal within minutes. Dhari thought the wound would distract Drake for a minute, giving him a chance to escape. But to his shock, Drake didn't even blink despite being injured.

Alyx glanced at the men surrounding his dinner table. The wolves had shown up unexpectedly. They wanted to talk to him about giving them back the river territory, but he’d already assured the Dragos it was theirs. The Dragos were the dragon species inhabiting the south central part of the planet which bordered with the Ice Mountains. “Brecc and Eros,” Alyx sighed. “I can’t give you the White River.” The Alpha and Omega glanced at each other. Used to getting their way, they didn’t understand what his issue was with returning their river.

He was extremely weak and could only watch as Sara was tormented. "Weston!" Darryl's eyes reddened as he screamed at Weston, screeching frantically. "If you dare to hurt my younger sister, I will destroy your Multi Integrated Sect and make sure you die without a grave! You will be cut a thousand times..." Darryl's roars reverberated in the air! Darryl shouted and finally closed his eyes with immense hatred when he saw Weston's palm was about to land on Sara. Roar! Suddenly, a ray of light emerged from Darryl's waist, followed by a dragon's roar. The surrounding air distorted. The next second, a ten-meter-long dragon appeared. It was Darryl's Enchanted Beast Dragon.

Dom almost pleaded, "Please give me some good news, Freddie! Please tell me you found somebody. Who is this kid?" Freddie motioned for the boy to be seated, who sat and immediately began assembling various tech devices from the backpack that he was carrying. Then Freddie tried and, lacking sleep for almost twenty hours, told Dom, "Worse." "What is that supposed to mean?" Elijah asked. Freddie began explaining, "This here is Daniel. Danny here is a dragon for whom the internet, deep web, and any digital data anywhere in the world has no secrets. Thankfully, he is the son of one of our omegas. His father was a loyal dragon who went through SHS in the war. I asked Danny to dig up any and everyt

"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.

Drakaina will be part of her – forever. When Hana was in the cave back on the mountain where she and Seraphina took a long trip just to get the dragon’s quest. While battling between Hana and herself – Drakaina, even she knew it was impossible for her to defeat her own other self. The darkness within her is more powerful than she thought.

Plus he needed to handle Lorcan who is in an utterly shocking position. Once everyone when inside, Adrian's brought his mate's chin up again, he never broke his gaze away from his mate, not even once ever since he entered the backyard. He was amazed and mesmerized by her beauty and everything. Elysian looked at him sadly, lips slightly pouting as she drowns herself into her mate's eyes. "Why are you sad?" "You know.." "I know what?" Adrian smiled again. "You know. I'm a Dragon.." Adrain chuckled softly, then nodding his head at her.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

the man said as he stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, like most dragonkin with Sire blood were, I reckoned he was in his mid-thirties or so. He had light blue eyes and dark brown hair that hung down to his shoulders. His clothes were expensive and his hands looked like they had seen plenty of fights. “The infamous Ryder Grey, elite hunter of the supernatural world, we meet at last,” he said as he sat down on the chair that Clifford had placed in front of me. “I assume you’re Carlson,” I said to him and he smiled at me.