Novel & Cerita Dragon Story Book

In his place is a young man who still has his mother’s blond hair, but now his body is built very much like Cal’s, like the Alpha dragon that he is. Suddenly, Iniko’s nose lifts in the air and his eyes connect with someone in the crowd. “Mate!” he growls. **This story will continue in Iniko: A New Beginning, Book 8 of the Elemental Dragon series.

The bottom pops open and we see three volumes. The Dragon Tale, The Dragon Keeper, The End of Dragons. Teddy and I look at each other. “Grab Volume one, the Dragon Tale,” Teddy huffs. “Why do I feel like this is about to be ridiculous?” “Because it most likely is,” I say, opening the Sliver colored book. Dragons are among the first animals created at the beginning of time. These dragons died if killed and only lived 200 to 300 years. They would have been the only dragons in existence, if not for the selfishness of a goddess.

“WHAT?!” Calm dark hair, cold pale cheeks, and a pair of pretty lashes that ceased fluttering years ago. Even after so long, Genad couldn’t get enough of such a sight. He had admired his elf so much that his image burned itself into his very soul. Even till death, he was as beautiful as ever. After his tenth sigh, Genad looked back unto the book he was studying, on it was the drawing of a huge dragon with large wings which seemed to be writhing in pain. It was the autobiography of the dragon god, everything ever known about him was there.

“Phoenix,” Adelaide said after listening to their descriptions of Alicia’s experiences. “I think you are the missing child of the Firebird Queen. It was said that you were lost when a group of rogue dragons attacked your kingdom. They killed the Lady Phoenix and intended to kill her child, who was said to posses the same power as her mother, but you disappeared. You were assumed to be dead,” Adelaide told Alicia.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

"No, that's what the female dragons like to read. I don't have access to warrior books, as only Aaron and his majesty have the keys to the male library." "Hmm, So what are these three books about? Have you read them?" I asked, seeing the first novel was about a princess and a beast, the second book was about a poor lady that had only one wish to marry the wealthiest dragon, and the third one, how to seduce a male dragon.

Gradually appeared an inscription on the page that was written in an ancient script. "These are ancient characters for Dragon Language," Draco said slowly. “How could a book that written in Dragon language be here? Are there other dragons around here?" asked Astrid with her mouth hanging open at the thought of the possibility. "I do not know. We can't be sure. Come on, let's check this book. This paper told me to read what is written to bring out the contents of the book,” said Draco. "Then what are you waiting for? Do it, Draco. Cast the spell," said Astrid in support.

“What? When, brother?” Ghaeron forced himself to share the tale of his great shame, one that he had shared with no one since the early days of life on Edon. “Shortly after Mother and Father had brought forth the first life here on Edon, I became fascinated with the complex weaving of mystical forces that had been utilized to do so. Such variety of living creatures had come into being! Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Minotaurs, and a host of lesser known beings, all benign and given great potential for growth. Growth is one of the constants of the universe, as you know. It is ingrained into the essence of Dragons.”

“In Akyaka’s realm of olden days, a dragon’s tale in twilight haze, From fiery mountain’s hidden space, an egg was stolen, a daring chase. Molten lava, wild and bold, birthed a dragon, stories told. Burning flesh, a bone dragon formed, crawling up, its wings adorned. Evil, born in shadows’ birth, in quest of kin, it roams the earth. Devouring souls, a desperate cry, villagers succumb, beneath the sky. A warrior bold, on fiery steed, with a horse of valor, matching speed.

Dragomir! It originally belonged to the ancient dragon kingdom of Islandia. The dragons had gone in search of wisdom and power and they had found the heart of magic. The heart of magic made them wiser and stronger, causing them to prosper. She closed the book and paused deep in thought, she had no idea that it formerly belonged to dragons. The stories her father had told her did not include this part. She read some more, there were different clues on how it could be identified, where it was previously found. Raisel slept soon after, the book tucked under her pillow.