Dragon Witch Novels & Stories

“There is no need for a trial. The proof is on Boston’s flesh, she is burnt.” Amelia had strengthened our dragons. She really was a fire walker. She had called forth the element to protect Louis from a perceived threat. “I sentence your mate to trail by fire, it seems fitting for a witch.” Adner’s voice rang out through the night and I felt my throat tighten, the urge to shift swelled with in me. Making my skin hot and my heart beat faster. Nash stepped forward and I let out a snarl. My dragon wanted to rip them apart. To feast on flesh, to make them pay.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

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.

Elder Michael said. “Of course Elder,” Megan said and stood up. I wasn’t permitted to go with her so I waited with Felix while Megan left with all three Elders into an adjoining room and I could feel the moment Kaida separated from Megan. She was a beautiful dragoness, silvery white in colour and about half the size of Abeloth, which made her a tad smaller than a violet dragon.

I step so close our lips are almost touching. "What has never happened?" Her breath wisps against my lips and her scent fills me. "My dragon magic blends with yours." "I'm not a dragon," she replies. No she isn't, but if we mate, she would become a glorious dragon. She interrupts my thoughts when she says, "Just so you know, dragonbreath, I won't sleep with you. Brittlemortis is a sexually transmitted disease." She rears back, turns, and walks away. I stand in stupefaction and almost shout that she's making that up. I clamp my jaws shut and shout, "You plan on walking home?"

The Alpha wolf had teamed up with the three strongest witches to make him the most powerful supernatural, or at least a close match to our king, I wonder what the Alpha wolf had promised the witches in return. I starred in shock as I watched the Alpha’s aura grow stronger throughout the room, Draq’s eyes turned golden the color of Tianlong, and I knew his dragon was lending him the strength of the gods to overcome Alpha Ash’s aura, but even the great strength of the gods could not stop his wrath.

Yuri smiled guiltily. "How will you bring this statue-like witch back to life?" Drake inquired. Yuri laughed; I saw Elena muffling her giggle. "Are you not the Dragon King? Are you unable to employ magic?" Yuri inquired. "I am a dragon, not a warlock or a mage," Drake growled. "What a squandered Dragon King you are. Our Alpha can also wield magic," Yuri laughed. "You want to see the power, you grungy wolf. I'll show you. I can roast you with fire breath like a pig," Drake snarled.

“That’s your ‘safe point’?” The silver dragon let out a tiny belch of smoke. “You’re welcome.” “I’m confused,” Candy muttered, arms crossed. “Who are you people?” “I’m Selra,” said the white witch. “And I’m Velra,” added the black witch. “We’re the Veil-Twins,” they said in eerie unison. “I’m Pyrion,” the dragon yawned, curling into Haunter’s lap more tightly. “Dragon of the Spiral Flame. But you can just call me Pyr.”

On page 999, I found what I was sent here for. The number nine represents dragons throughout human history, while it has little meaning in the dragon world, which puts emphasis on prime numbers. I began reading about Draconian Wicca. There's a duality in this religion, just as there is in life. Some seek to worship, praise, and heal, while others seek power, darkness, and destruction. I found the spell that the hooded figures used. I allowed Clint to read it too. “Witches; fucking dark mages!” he tersely mumbles.

Normally, I would have snapped, but now wasn’t the time. Liora suddenly laughed, throwing her head back. “Relax. You look like two virgins guarding your virtue. I’m teasing.” She glanced at me. “And besides, I’ve already tried everything with you. Not interested.” Then at Dorrin. “A dragon king only has fire in his dragon form. His human side is too cold for my taste.” She stood, smoothing her dress. “Anyway. Jokes aside.” The room went still. “I found a dark witch,” she said. “One who knows the way.”