Dragon Story Book Novels & Stories

Whom ever this was knew of Rosalie but also knew she would have a dragon mate. When they managed to get the book open everyone learned a very big secret. One that had been kept out of history though it was huge. Asrar was blown away when he found out. The human that stole the gem was none other then the mate to the king of dragons at the time. She ran with the gem to try and keep her family safe. The gem did not fall into human hands like they had told all the dragons, the humans over powered them because of there brains. They managed to make contraptions and weapons that where stronger then dragons.

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

I will need to be their family now. "Shh, Niblings. Auntie will tell you a story," I promise with a wide-open smile. It will be hours until we make it back home, a long trip for such little hearts. "Once upon a time, there was a strong dragon prince. He lived high on a mountain overlooking the sea. He didn't believe in love, until one day, a beautiful woman was given to him as a sacrifice..."

Queen Chumani hugged me, “Yes. It is beautiful.” Then we went to the first-floor nursery, and the gold dragon took their breath away. When we made it to the second floor, we went to the room with the three dragon babies first. Queen Chumani loved it. We went to each room, then looked at the one with the two baby dragons and the wolf pup sleeping together. King Uther loved that one. He smiled, “This one is perfect. There is a good chance that one or more of those babies you are carrying is a wolf. I love this so much.” Queen Chumani smiled, “Did you do these freehand?” I nodded and she continued, “We want to do a nursery in the castle for when they come to visit us. Would you do a mural in th

I change into a pair of leather pants and a bra strapping my sword to my waist. While I'm changing, Flavius wanders around the room, lightly brushing his fingers across the many bookshelves I have carved out of the mountain wall. "When I thought of your room, I never thought of so many books. I thought it would be full of weapons and armor," he says jokingly. "I love to read, honestly," I respond. "I’m surprised, though; you even have books written in other languages," he remarks. "There is a lot of great literature that came from the elves and the fae. As a dragon, I am fluent in all languages. I only have to hear the language once, and I can speak it," I tell him nonchalantly.

"What story do you want tonight?" "The one about the dragon who was scared of flying," Iniko said, his eyes already heavy. "That's my favorite." Ambelyn retrieved the book from his shelf—a battered paperback they'd read so many times the pages were falling out. She settled into the chair beside his bed and began to read, her voice soft and soothing in the quiet room. "Once upon a time, in a land of tall mountains and deep caves, there lived a young dragon named Ember who had a secret. While all the other dragons soared through the sky with grace and power, Ember was afraid of heights..."

"You know what..." Minos reached for his breast pocket and produced a small leather-bound booklet, placing it on the boy's lap. "What's this?" The boy grabbed it and started reading. "Thee. Dragun. Fromm. Thee. Shyre. What's this about?" "It's about... a dragon. From the shire." Minos didn't know how to explain what the book was about, as he never really got past the first ten pages himself. He found it boring and too juvenile for his taste. He only reads it so he can go to sleep. "It's my favorite book," he lied, "and I want you to read it."

“Come, Brian. Daddy’s reading us a story.” He hesitated only a second before climbing up, squeezing himself beside his sister. Arya looped her little arm around him, and he leaned against me, his head resting on my side. My throat tightened as I adjusted the book so both of them could see. “Ready?” I asked softly. They nodded, their faces expectant, their eyes wide. And so, I began. “Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a princess who was braver than all the knights in the land. She had hair as golden as the sun and eyes that sparkled like the stars. But one day, a fearsome dragon came to her village…”

My stomach is growling demanding food. “Alright we can continue this first thing in the morning,” dad looks at us sternly. “Do not be late.” Dad then tosses a very old book at me. “What’s this,” I ask. “That book holds the history of all the realms. What creatures live where, details about each creature and what powers they possess. I want you to specifically read about the dragons. There are six types of dragons aside from the silver dragons and they all have different powers.” Dad then tossed a binder at Owen. “That is a copy of the book but only has the dragon information. You need to read up too. I expect you both to read about each of the dragons and what powers they possess. You’ll nee

The cover was old, covered in strange markings. Daniel narrowed his eyes. “Wait… isn’t that from my library?” “Yeah, I found it when I was searching for books about dragons.” Quinn’s head snapped up. “Dragons?” Daniel flipped open the book. Inside were illustrations of dragons and… human figures. “My ancestors have acquired this book many years ago. It’s serves more like a collection than an actual book,” Daniel muttered while perusing the illustrations and foreign language printed on it. “Well, as you can see, it’s more than just a pretty book. It contains a lot of information about dragons,” River said while tapping a specific page that featured an illustration of a human body covered with