Dragon Series Novels & Stories

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

"I’ll lead them back, but you have to keep your promise too." Rozi, with tears welling up in her eyes, said, "I assure you, though I’m a member of the Abioyes, I only kill evil dragons." "You’re from the Abioye family?" Dracheon exclaimed in shock, "In that case, I can’t let you go. All three hundred and five dragons from the Dagahras died at the hands of the Abioyes. Only three of us brothers are left. Revenge is ours to claim." Dracheon lunged at Rozi, ready to fight to the death, completely forgetting the earlier agreement.

"Have mercy, Ronan!" ​"Mercy died in the Abyss," I replied softly. ​I reached out and grabbed him by the throat, lifting his heavy frame off the ground with one hand as if he weighed nothing at all. He kicked his legs uselessly, clutching at my iron grip with bleeding, blistered fingers. ​I raised my right palm, bringing it within inches of his chest. The dragon flame ignited instantly, a small, brilliant sphere of blinding crimson light hovering above my skin. ​"Your debt is settled, Dorian Thorn."​I thrust my palm forward, driving the concentrated blast of dragon flame straight through his breastplate and into his chest cavity. ​The thermal energy detonated on contact.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

I almost reached the window. Long fingers suddenly closed around my forearm. I gasped as I was pulled backward. “What are you doing here?” Every thought disappeared from my head. I turned. Oh. My. God. The Dragon. I’d seen him online. I’d watched his videos more times than I would ever admit to another living soul. None of them had prepared me for Nicholas Aspen in person. Not that I knew his real name yet. To me, he was simply the Dragon. He stood barefoot in gray sweatpants, his chest bare. Water still clung to his skin and the ends of his black hair, making it obvious he’d recently stepped out of the shower.