Dragon System Novels & Stories

I removed the trace of blood; the detail was revealed instantly. A dragon. One kind of a seal using the dragon’s image. I smiled. This is the seal of the company we are competing against. Dryzen Storm. Storm Corporation. The company and the owner have a powerful influence in the world. I have been studying for a long time who he really is. I’m actually connecting Dryzen Storm’s identity to the Dragon we’re looking for. A long time ago, a few pairs of eyes witnessed the dragon come into this world. The blood of the dragon was the only cure for the deadly disease of werewolves. Also, it can make us powerful and immortal. As time passed, his existence disappeared like a bubble.

She's my best friend and she's a water dragon. Nymphe hugs Ryan and cries. - I'm so grateful to you and happy. You succeeded where I failed. You saved Hanna. - Nymphe, you couldn't have done anything. I was the one who was silly. I never should have believed that a horse would appear out of nowhere on this island. Nymphe kissed Ryan's flushed cheek and back two feet. - These are Dalkor and Valdar, they are fire dragons and they are a couple. Ryan is surprised, they are both men. He smiled with a slight bow.

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

But today, her focus was off, and she knew why. It was a Dragon Moon--just not for their kingdom. Rather, the kingdom directly to their north, Hightower, would be forced to make the sacrifice that night. Every time a Dragon Moon rolled around, Nya found it difficult to concentrate, even when it wasn’t her kingdom who would choose someone to be taken by the dragon. Just the idea that the bastard would be flying through the sky, filling the air with shrieks and fire, claiming another innocent life. Even if it wasn’t a citizen from Frindom, it was a person who would be dead soon enough, someone who was blameless, and that wasn’t right.

“Now girls, I am a Dhampir like you but, I am a little different. Do you know what a familiar is?” The two older girls nodded. “Well, I have a familiar,” Seraphina pulled the sleeve of her dress down to show them her marking. “Can you guess what it is?” “A Flutterby,” one of the toddlers shouted as she threw her hands up in the air. “A very good guess,” Seraphina lightly tapped her on the nose. “But not quite-“ “-A dragon!” one of the older girls gasped as she stared at the markings. “Yes, very good. So, I am going to shift into my dragon and you are going to fly home on my back with the others. Now my dragon is very big but, she’s very kind and gentle so, you don’t need to be scared, okay?”

“Let’s not waste time pretending this is a misunderstanding.” Darion swallows. “You don’t understand what Malrec is offering,” he says hoarsely. I stop directly in front of him. “No,” I reply. “I understand perfectly.” His eyes brighten slightly, as though he believes he has found a sliver of sympathy. “Then you must see reason. Dragons ruling both realms again, restoring our rightful dominance—” My fist strikes him before he finishes the sentence. The crack of bone against flesh echoes sharply through the chamber. Darion slumps forward against the chains, blood spilling from his mouth.

From there he watched. He watched the weapon fire. He watched the Circle rise in answer. He watched the dragons retaliate not with annihilation, but with precision. And then he watched something he did not understand at all. Mercy. Draynor ships landing in fractured cities. Dragon healers kneeling in rubble. Flame used not to consume but to mend. Sereth had been forged as a weapon. Bound. Conditioned. His power was harvested and directed for centuries by Dawlya hands that feared him as much as they depended on him.

New changes needed to be made and maybe this could one of them. Drake knew this new change, mixing the wolves and dragons, was dangerous. They both knew, but to live apart? It was too much. The new pack house would house both dragons and wolves with their bedroom on the upper floor. They would have to be careful of conflicts later on. Dragons and wolves had rival tempers.

"The High Moon Court kept archives of the old world. The histories are explicitly clear: there were three primal beasts born of the initial lunar fracture. Only three." She paused, her cold blue eyes scanning the gathered family. "The Sun Dragon, whose scales could blind an army. The Storm Dragon, who carried the western monsoons on its wings. And the Shadow Dragon." Seraphina frowned, her hands still faintly shimmering with residual golden light. "The one Nyx rode today?" Selena nodded, her jaw tightening. "The Nidhöggr. The Shadow Dragon. Historically, it was recorded as the most violent, the most fiercely intelligent, and utterly impossible to tame by any magical or physical constraint."

"My grandmother... was she...?" "Dragon," Xaihuang confirmed with something approaching sympathy. "Shadow affinity, from the look of your manifestations. Probably went dormant during one of the great migrations and never fully awakened again." On the massive display, the real-time data streams showed another surge in DragonCoin activity. Each transaction now created visible ripples across the magical resonance field, like stones thrown across a pond. Ah, why do we so freak out Dr. Ashworth? Sage asked my dragon something wasn’t adding up, and it wasn’t to do with the code, she could feel it.