Dragon Talisman Novels & Stories

I yelped and patted it out quickly and held him tightly, trying not to run off this time. "The best thing to do is to also make sure you're the dominate one." Sylar told me. "Don't run off when he's mad at you and make sure to let him know you're upset at him." He pulled out a jar of a herb then. "This stuff is from the dragon realm. It's been hand picked by wizards and traded to our family. Mother dragons feed it to their young so that way the whole nest doesn't burn up when the hatchlings are playing and get mad at each other. We call this stuff D-T. It stands for Dragon Tamer. Bland isn't it?" He chuckled. "Heat this up on the stove with the milk, stir it well okay? Don't let it all colli

I felt slightly relieved until Asriel added, "Of course, I could be wrong about that. You see, we know how the jades were supposed to work, but no one filled them with the essence for decades. I once heard that to fuel the jades one would need a special talisman that amplifies magical abilities. The witch or warlock places the core's magic temporarily in the talisman, and then the essence is poured into the stone. The talisman works like a safe vessel. It catalyzes the ritual." I needed a few seconds to process his words. "So... could they have this talisman?" Asriel's lips formed a crooked smile. "Well, that's the good news. No one has ever confirmed that the talisman existed, and unless th

Neil got the paper as he was more adept with interpreting his master’s intentions. Master bit his finger and drew a dragon with his blood as he kept chanting; he made eight copies of this palm sized talisman. He stringed the thread, chanting as did; once he finished it looked similar to a very wide belt with the talisman resting as a boundary in a diamond shape, both in front and at the back.

She saw the worry in his eyes. It wasn't hard to imagine. The hate was still there, yes. But underneath it, the ground was shifting. He was the only person in the world who knew her name. "I can pretend," she whispered. Tristan let out a breath. "Good. Because I have a gift for you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet pouch. He opened it. Inside was a collar. It wasn't a slave collar of iron. It was a delicate choker of black velvet, with a single, small silver dragon charm hanging from it.

she said, “though we consider it a gift. It pools in one among us—a blessed person we call ‘Draken,’ which in our tongue means ‘dragon.’ This gift can manifest in many ways—manipulating the elements, altering physical forms—” Caelia’s heart raced as she remembered a term she’d heard the previous night. “But I heard someone call Rhyzar ‘Draken’?” Her eyes widened, hope and disbelief mingling. “But dragons aren’t real, are they? And 'altering physical forms'—shapeshifting? Is he really capable of such a thing?”

Platinum that fit her finger perfectly, with a one carat teal gemstone sitting atop. Tears spilled down her cheeks as Drago rose from his knees. He gently cupped the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep,passionate kiss.

She tried to shout very loud, but nothing is happening. “It’s useless, Hana.” A familiar voice suddenly appeared from her back. She quickly turned around to see the man’s face. “The ward – You can see me? But how is that possible?” “I don’t know, too. Maybe we destined this chance to talk.” “What happened to you? How did you die?” “Because I want that man to live.” “Chen, but why? I mean, how? I don’t understand.” “The Obsidian Stone has a twin. The power of healing and the power of truth. When we used the power to heal, the power of truth also activates. The power of healing won’t work if I didn’t take the other half of the stone.”

"Answer her." Caelum turned back to Mia. "The oldest records do not call her the vessel. They call her the rekindling." He let that sit for a moment. "The heartstone was made, three thousand years ago, from the first dragon fire that ever existed. Not a dragon's fire. The original flame, the source fire, the one that everything else comes from." He leaned forward slightly. "It was broken. Deliberately. By someone who understood that keeping it whole would make whoever held it ungovernable." He paused. "The pieces were scattered. Most were lost. This fragment… the Draconis heartstone… was the largest piece ever recovered. One third of the original flame." "One third," Mia repeated.

“Good luck Mr Grey, I look forward to seeing your progress.” “Thank you Mr Albescu.” I bowed my head at him in respect because I actually liked him, even though he was closely affiliated with the King. The identification process didn’t take that long. They took retinal scans, fingerprints, blood samples and photographed my dragon. A new identification card was printed with all my information on it and I was surprised to see that it had a gray tint to it. I also received a metal bracelet that was gray and locked around my wrist, water-proof and unbreakable.

She’s tall, muscular, covered in sapphire scales and has beautiful wings coming out of her back. I can tell that Pyralis wants her, not just as part of our group, but he wants to fuck her. I growl low in my chest. “Knock it off, Truda,” he says, never taking his eyes off of her. “Iris, my name is Pyralis,” he says, stepping forward. “Pyralis, meaning ‘of fire’. Does that mean you’re part fire dragon?” He lifts his head up and blows fire into the sky.