Dragon Song Book Novels & Stories

As Zudan and others were about to leave and search for the angels at the heavenly gate Lame and Ashek walked into the ancient temple and Lame bring out the first magic book of dragon Kingdom. Zudan said he knows it! Lame gave it to Ashek to read and invoke the spirit of those statues priest. Katrine asked Zudan to do something about it because once those priests come back to life there is nothing they can do to stop Lame and Ashek again. Zudan said he had no power over Lame or Ashek as Ashek began to read the spell from the first magic book of dragon Kingdom, the sky divided, one side was plan black while the other side was bloody.

His mistress, a woman wearing a red nightgown with dainty features, was preparing to have dinner when she found herself in this room with Alex. “Alex?” she called him softly and crawled to hide behind him. “Who are you?” he asked in a low voice. “Someone you should be scared of always,” Brishor replied, as jade green spiked rippled from his shoulders and upper arm. “I am the Dragon King of Galdere, and this is my General, Chezzal.” Alex gasped. So scared he was that his bladder released and his pants became wet. And his mistress—she became unconscious.

But instead of basking in praise, they became more diligent in expanding their wealth. "When our clan leader ascends as the Chieftain of the Beastfolk, our clan shall prosper beyond reckoning!" … Half a year later, my time came, but the birth was astonishingly easy. Within moments, I delivered three dragon eggs. Staring at the three dragon eggs in my arms, I was dumbfounded. "Weren't we supposed to have babies? Why are they eggs?" Draken softly kissed my forehead. "Dragons don't breed like other beastfolk. We lay eggs, and the little ones will hatch in time. It spares the mother much pain."

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

Flavius's eyes widen at Neron's words as he chokes out a cough. "A den of beast is not the words I'd use to describe this place. But I must admit this has been a very educational experience," Flavius tells him. "That is because we dragons are seekers of vast knowledge. My horde alone holds one of the largest archives in Midgar. You are bound to learn a thing or two staying here," I say. "As much as I would love to continue discussing the extensive knowledge of dragons there is a point to our arrival," Daniel says. "Awe yes, I nearly forgot. As stated in the original deal between our people I've brought with me the requested weaponry and medical kits," Neron tells us.

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

It’s a flaming bird. A phoenix. **I hope you’ve enjoyed Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon. This story will continue in Rise of the Phoenix, Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series.

“Some of the dragon lords were shrewd and used other dragons as body doubles to divert risks from themselves. The dragon kings did them one better. They mastered the ability to scatter their essence or spirit and then bond it within the cells of a human individual. I’m guessing when the Fire from Heaven struck, the four dragon kings hid themselves in the blood of certain jōnins, to be then passed down to their descendants. Now in the Time of Man, the jōnin or their child who carries the spirit of a dragon king within them… they should be the one called Dragonkist.” “Oh… my… kami,” Aki mumbled. “How do you know all these?” “Believe it or not, I read about it in a two-hundred-year-old book wri

She and Grayson were fine with that. “I think Ty is more than just a black opal dragon,” I answer. They all look at me like I have lost my mind. I sat there for a few minutes, trying to figure out how to explain what I was thinking. I explained that she did but didn’t fit the description of what a black opal dragon should look like. I walk over to the bookshelf and pull off the book about gemstone dragons. It has both physical descriptions and pictures showing what the person will look like as well as what their dragons will look like.

That was when she noticed an old red binding book on her bedside table. There was a name on it, (Nightwing.) It also had a golden dragon encrusted just below the name. Catori's breathing came out in a rush at that, all sorts of thoughts running through her mind. Did a Dragon leave it here? She took up the book gingerly and examined it. Electric current raced up her arms, causing her to drop the book. The moment it dropped to the floor, it opened to a page on its own. Catori got down on the floor to inspect on the page. It only illustrated an image of a dragon.