Dragon Warriors Book Novels & Stories

“That’s partly what I wanted to add to the book. I didn’t remember until I saw it the other day.” I watch her flip through pages covered in drawings and diagrams. She pauses at a section in the middle of the book. “The red flame you saw, they call that the Phoenix. It’s the sign of a successful Awakening,” she says, pointing to a page filled with writing. “What’s an Awakening?” I ask. “It’s a very, very old war ritual. They used to use it on mortally wounded dragons, it heals them and brings them back physically stronger than before,” she says.

My father then came back home wounded, it was a terrible fight. " The demon warlords came into existence alongside the dragons. It was said that one of the dragons had turned evil, and because of this the supreme created a rider for the dragon lost its power and fully accepted dark forces. Then centuries later, the demon warlords appeared, threatening our existence by killing the Dragonlord. This was the same as killing a Dragon, if the Dragon rider leaves, then his dragon once killed can be reborn. But if a dragon rider dies –" "The Dragon dies with him," I said, completing his sentence. I immediately went silent to listen to the story. This was actually the first time my father and I had s

With that, I looked at my father and sighed, "OK father, I will read these, to see if I can get any more details about her and the moonstone. But we need to hurry and find her." ****KARA's Story************* When I woke up again, Elder Bishop was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. He appeared to be reading what appeared to be an old-looking book. I couldn't make out the name of the book but I could tell it was ancient. But I did make out what appeared to be what looked like a giant dragon . Which I didn't understand because dragons didn't exist, they were mythical creatures. As I was looking at the book cover in Edler Bishop's hands, he managed to look up at me. He closed the

He lets out an exhausted sigh once again, pointing his face forward. "It'd seem I still have a long way to go. Much of your horde still looks at me with contempt," he comments. "Dragons have been reclusive for many years now, and we are very wary of outsiders. Not to mention your kind is our natural enemy." "You're right, I suppose," he says, flashing me a broad smile. "Do not worry, they will accept you in time," I assure him, "Dragon slayers played a major part during The Fires of Alira. Much of my horde lived back in those days. Time may not heal all wounds, but understanding can."

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

With a resounding boom, Alpha, his friends, and the bodyguards all went pale; their earlier bravado evaporated in an instant. The Green Dragon Warriors of the Draconian Order? What in the world was happening? The Draconian Order was a force to be reckoned with in Westernia, rumored to be a branch of the formidable Green Dragon Warriors. Every member was a powerhouse, even the least among them was a warrior of military king stature. However, the true terror lay with the Green Dragon Warriors' four Guardians, each a general-level colossus, and the Draconian Order's master was none other than a God of War!

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.

The dragon was breathing fire over the crowd of enemy soldiers. Maybe Charles and Isabella were right, for once. Maybe I should do some research. I walked over to Felix’s bookshelves. I wasn’t sure if I was filled with surprise or dread upon seeing the titles on the shelves: Anatomy of a Dragon. A Brief History of Dragons. Dragon Battle Tactics. One book in particular caught my eye: an old, leather-bound volume, entitled Dragon Knights and Their Powers. Dragon Knights? Something about that phrase stirred something deep within me, as if I’d heard it before.

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

Translating the words: ‘To the one who reads this. I, Brynjarr Guldbrandsen, Dragon King of Norway, and my family before me have had possession of this book for thousands of years now. We are its guardians, and hold it in readiness for the one who will truly need it. No one may possess this book without our blessing, along with that of the God, Sol, who gave this book to my family to protect. If you are the one we give this to, then you have our blessing, and our blades should you need them.’ Ash looks at her, then back at the book.