Dragon Soul Entrance Novels & Stories

Dupree whispered, "Prepare yourselves. Once we enter, there's no turning back." Taking a deep breath, we pushed the doors open and stepped inside. The interior was vast, a sprawling chamber with a ceiling that mirrored the night sky. In the center, a raised platform held an ornate crystal prism that pulsed with a captivating light. Drawn to it, we approached cautiously. Lysandra, her eyes wide, murmured, "This prism... It holds the key to the Trial of Souls. But how do we activate it?"

This place felt like a different world, far removed from our home, as well as servants and luxurious staff. We continued until we reached a massive steel door, its surface marked with the symbol of the Draconis Cor. The symbol of the Cult was a dragon eating its own tail, known as the Ouroboros. The symbol glinted faintly in the low light, a stark reminder of the Cult’s reach and influence. I glanced at Luis, giving him a reassuring nod before turning to the door. I raised my hand and knocked five times, each sound echoing ominously through the empty halls.

The scents led to a hidden cavern, its entrance concealed by vines etched with hollow symbols, coiling wolves and inverted crescents pulsing faintly. Stone pillars flanked the mouth, carved with depictions of ascension: figures shedding mortal forms to embrace darkness. A low chanting started deeper inside, rhythmic and hypnotic, echoing like a heartbeat. We slipped in, shadows of our allies, the warriors fanning out. The cavern opened into a vast chamber, lit by torches that burned with silver flame. There, bound to an altar of black stone, was Dorian, alive and battered, his hybrid features faded back to wolf and chains of enchanted silver holding him down.

the chamber. As Atlas entered the chamber he noticed that the walls simmered a vibrant shade of silver. As he looked around, he saw what looked to be an altar. The altar was under a hole in the roof of the cave which allowed the moon's light to beam in and shine down on the altar, making it glow the color of the moon. The dragon cleared his throat, making Atlas jump out of his gaze from the alter. When he asked, "Why did you bring me here?" he looked at him back at the altar and then back at Atlas before replying. "If you must know, then listen to what I have to say and don't lose your temper. Promise me that, and I will tell you why you are here." Atlas looked at the dragon with a question

Selena stood paralyzed, the whisper still echoing in her skull like a curse she hadn’t meant to hear. The gate’s presence bled into her senses, soaking her thoughts in spiraling madness. It wasn’t just a structure—it was sentient, awake, and breathing through the rift it had carved into the world. Her body trembled as the Spiral’s markings along her skin glowed with pulsing need, aching toward the threshold. This wasn’t ascension. This was birth.

I remember Alpha Nikolaos mentioning a dungeon, could that be where he’s leading me to? That question is answered as soon as he opens a security gate and leads me down further. “The Alpha gave me permission to bring you here,” the guard clarifies before I can even begin to question him. A narrow pair of worn statues mark the entrance to what I assume is the dungeons. Beyond the pair of worn statues lies a small, weary room. It’s covered in rubble, large bones, and ash. I gasp as the sudden image of a black dragon with blood-red eyes makes its way into my peripheral, but I shake my head. Dragons have been extinct for decades.

By the time they reached the heavy oak doors of the sanctuary, it was nightfall. Jack stood before the door. There was no keyhole. No keypad. No retinal scanner. Just a carving of a snake eating its tail. Ouroboros. "How do we get in?" Haley asked. Jack looked at the carving. He remembered a nursery rhyme his father used to sing to him. A rhyme about a snake that swallowed the world to save it. "Blood," Jack said softly. He bit his thumb. He pressed his bloody finger against the snake’s eye. Nothing happened.

What if they were hurting him? Drake shook his head, pushing away the thoughts. “No,” he muttered. “Fred will come back. He has to.” But deep down, doubt clawed at him. The wind outside howled, bringing a chill into the cave. The torches flickered, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Then—a shift in the air. Drake stiffened. His sharp senses picked up something. A presence. He turned his head sharply. Blaze. The red-scaled dragon stood at the entrance, his golden eyes glowing in the darkness.

Something deeply familiar was calling to her, as though part of her own body was yearning to return. The Oracle slowly shifted aside, its massive body sweeping an arc across the ground to clear the path to the gate. "Master, please enter. Beyond this gate lies the Soul-Preserving Pool, where your soul and spirit were preserved." Aria took a deep breath and stepped forward. The moment her hand touched the stone gate, the ancient symbols flared with blinding light. The gate slowly opened, revealing a dark space beyond. Inside was a circular stone chamber. At its center lay a pool of crystal-clear water, its surface gleaming with a pale silver-blue sheen. Thin veils of mist hovered above it, su

Then it would be up to the three of us to fix this world. “Welcome to the Dreamworld. This is the area that I dubbed the Gate of Desires. It’s filled with bright colors, pleasant smells, and is my least hated area but not by much. I told Cam that he owed me for getting an all-access pass here each night.” I chuckled as he glared at me. Kail looked at me curiously when I said that, like he was trying to figure something out. “How was he part of your dreamscape?” he asked.