Dragon Story Book Novels & Stories

The watch ticked steadily, and this time, its sound felt like a soft applause for his freedom. Dante began to type again. “Once upon a time, there was a dragon who kidnapped a prince so the prince would forget how to fly. But the dragon forgot that the prince’s wings were not grown in a tower—they were born in the stories his father whispered to him before sleep…”

"Probably. The book is known as the Eye of Abernathy, the first and most powerful dragon ever to have lived on Earth." "A dragon?" I rubbed my thumbs over the edges of the cover, staying clear of the eye. Soft, sleek, and smooth like a lizard's skin. "What's inside?" Cindy gave me one of her famous looks. This one saying, Duh! "Abernathy's spells. This is the oldest, most powerful book on the planet, and it's mine now." I snorted, though I could feel the book's power. "Really? Why do you have it?" Immediately after the words left my mouth, I regretted them.

I wanted to feel alive. The royal library was quiet and dark. Only my candle lit the old table. Dust floated in the air. I had sneaked into the forbidden section again. My fingers traced the ancient leather cover of the book. It felt warm. Alive. The pages spoke of dragons. Old gods who slept deep in the mountains. Creatures that hoarded gold and beautiful things. I wanted to be wanted. Even if it was dangerous. My heart beat faster as I read the words out loud. My voice was soft at first. Then stronger. The runes glowed under my fingertips. A strange heat spread through my body. It settled low in my belly. Between my thick thighs. I pressed them together and kept reading.

O’er cliff and cave, through mist and gloom, She carries life back to the womb. A phantom swift, a breath, a sigh, The thief who makes the dragons cry. Skylar I jolt awake, disoriented because of the very real dream I was having where a golden dragon was talking to me. I shake my head. Okay, maybe that wasn’t a dream. Maybe that was real. Or was it? “My lady! My lady, you have to get up. The thief stole the egg! King Augustus is furious!” one of my maids says.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

Kian explains to her. “Is that the Dragon that-” He cuts her off with a warning look and that only piques my interest. “The dragon you drew?” I lean forward, resting my elbows on my thighs as I wait for him to answer. “Yes, I once drew a dragon.” “Something that made you give up a treasure… May I see it?” I ask. Fate paired My Wolf Princess to me, but for a father to give up his child, now that intrigues me. Especially since it was clearly not the norm to give your daughters up for the sake of an alliance in this kingdom.

In fact, majority of the people had chosen to forget that there was a thirteenth noble house ruled by the Whitby's. All they knew about him was that he had become a religious fanatic who ran a gathering of people who believed in Dragons and the Vita Navitas. "Silver Falcon!" Rhaegal, the head of the bandits called out to him after watching him approach his tent for a while and he turned slowly. The Head of the bandits, Rhaeghal, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he had heard about the Silver Falcon, but never met the man in person. All the business they did together was always conducted by a middleman of the sorts. He had believed it was so because Silver Falcon was probably too old to stan

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.

“This is a lot,” I say, rubbing my eyes. These books are huge. Cayd suggested that I take one and he take one. A lot of what is written in them is the same, it’s about the lineage of the dragon line that goes back for centuries. Both tell stories of how they met the elves, the giants and all of the supernatural creatures, and then it begins talking about the humans. At first, everything went well. Dragons and humans bonded and became the dragons and riders that you read about in fantasy novels. It makes me wonder how many of those books are an accurate or close to accurate description of what life was really like back in those days.

It didn’t seem remotely connected to anything in her life or even within the bounds of her knowledge. This time, the story had proceeded even further than before. On Alcatraz, Leah and her friends had been attacked by a giant lava dragon from the other world—a balrog, Kai had called it. Leesa recognized the word from The Lord of The Rings books. At the last moment, Leah’s power had finally appeared—she had absorbed the dragon’s fire and turned it back upon the beast, slaying it. The monster’s belly had been filled with eggs, which the soldiers had destroyed. Had the eggs been allowed to hatch, lava dragons would have overrun Earth.