Novel & Cerita Dragon Tamer

Drake eyed her as if trying to see the truth written on her forward, then an idea struck him and he subtly smiled. Dragons had special abilities attached to their scaly fire breathing form and his was quite unique. It was called truth farming. It allowed one to detect the presence of lies or bad intentions from a person's words. Except one was from the dragon clan, they wouldn't notice it if it was used on them.

“I previously told you that 200 years back… when all Dragon lost their war against human… many of them died while remaining were captured and enslaved by several vicious kingdoms…… During that war…. Petro….. he… he was fighting near me…. I remember I…I had seen him getting defeated and on ground because of a Witchbone copper arrow that was shot at him… it.. it pierced right through his heart… I… I had seen him getting unconscious with my own eyes….. along with Petro we… had seen many of our kind getting killed….. Terra she… had survived that war…. and was captured and enslaved by a vicious queen named SahajaMon of kingdom Montoren, Terra is element Dragon who can control earth surface with h

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

A loud growl sounded from the far side of the house, and the sound of heavy paws hitting the marble floor followed. “Mommy’s home,” I called out and walked to the pet food cabin, took out some goodies, and turned to find gold eyes staring at me. I smiled and walked to my fur baby, a beast on four heavy paws and a whole 300 pounds of muscles. Drogon was a six-year-old tiger I had adopted, after rescuing him from the wildfire in Australia. He was a big baby with heavy muscles, snow-white fur with midnight black stripes, and I loved him more than life itself.

However, before he could make a move, a new name suddenly appeared on the monument in front of him. [Drake Wyrmthorn, Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline, descendant of a celestial monsteroid, only thirty years old, level seven paragon, ranked 92nd on the Prodigy Ranking, rewarded with a strand of light of the galaxy!] An instant uproar erupted from the spectators when they saw Drake had been rewarded with the light of the galaxy.

The trek on foot through the mountains would be long, and we would only be shifting if absolutely necessary. Amon pulled in behind me on his Harley. He towered over my petite frame. He was seven feet tall with yellow eyes. He was only one of the seven Dragons left in the world. He was the only Dragon-Warlock-Wolf-Demon I had ever met, really the only double hybrid I had ever heard of. He was magnificent, the oldest in our group being over 100 years old. He shifted into his dragon form, scales lining his arms and back, his wings standing over ten feet fall and eight feet wide. I climbed on as he was my ride to the cave entrance. Why did dark witches have to be so creepy? DAMON

"Control your beast and end this violence at once. Remember where you stand. Do not let your emotions take over and destroy thousands of years of legacy." The flames intensified, and some of my soldiers poured water. The others tried to breathe in the flames. It would not suffice. Those were the flames of a powerful royal dragon. So powerful that even Rothrar himself would not mount a challenge. I was its creator. And so I was the only one who could tame or destroy it. "Brother!" My brother's voice seemed clearer. "Rothrar?" I said. "Ramon." He looked into my eyes. "Remove the flames."

“Tell me what you found on Gideon Delanie.” “Gideon Delanie, forty-nine years old, he trades mainly in tourism it seems. Family owns some resorts in Mexico. He’s married and he has four children. His territory in Mexico is vast Ryder, this guy breathes money and contacts.” “Mexico’s big Tank,” I said. “He basically owns Puerto Vallarta,” Tank replied. “Is he dragonkin?” I asked him. “He’s the Alpha wolf of his pack,” he said. “What’s his connection to Kurt Greer?” I asked.

I’m a claimed dragon, claimed by my mate who understands me and loves me. While he heals my neck, I can’t help but curl my head around to touch him. He wanted me, he was planning to claim me to be his. The thought brings peace to my soul. I help Everett pull on my water to heal me. Unlike Cedric, who I had to help be gentle when he pulled on Tana's fire, Everett has a natural ability to heal and be gentle, so once he understands how to pull on my water, he begins to heal me quickly. Maybe it’s natural for him to be mated to a water dragon, his body is mostly made of water, so it’s already a part of him. Or maybe it's his natural ability to heal, but he takes to my element very quickly.