Dragon World Book Novels & Stories

“Well, you’re the reason it’s dying out, forcing your magic and everything. If you would have let this, come, I might have been more open to things, but since you forced this, I am scared.” “I was afraid to Ivy that is why I did what I had to do.” He said getting up. “I didn’t want Nick getting to you and me losing another Dweller to that bastard. He has stolen a lot of good Dwellers and it’s taking a toll on our side.” “Well maybe you should become a good Dweller and then the world would be better off?” “It doesn’t work that way,” Drake said pulling her closer to him. “Good and Evil have to be equal, if we tip it too much, then the world spins out of control, and everything goes crazy.” He

“What? When, brother?” Ghaeron forced himself to share the tale of his great shame, one that he had shared with no one since the early days of life on Edon. “Shortly after Mother and Father had brought forth the first life here on Edon, I became fascinated with the complex weaving of mystical forces that had been utilized to do so. Such variety of living creatures had come into being! Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Minotaurs, and a host of lesser known beings, all benign and given great potential for growth. Growth is one of the constants of the universe, as you know. It is ingrained into the essence of Dragons.”

Jhogo shouted at the crowd from horseback, snapping his whip, "make way, make way for the Mother of Dragons. Reclining on cool satin cushions, Xaro Xhoan Daxos poured ruby-red wine into matched goblets of jade and gold, his hands sure and steady despite the sway of the palanquin. "I see a deep sadness written upon your face, my light of love." He offered her a goblet. "Could it be the sadness of a lost dream

She was determined to tell the story in chronological order and jumping ahead to admit Jim was a vampire just wouldn’t do. Lizzy showed great interest when Chloe told of Tristan’s dreaming of her and how he went so far as to profess loving her. She asked quite a few questions about the atmosphere and conditions of inner-earth, as well as the occupants. Discovering that Tristan’s people were able to turn into dragons didn’t seem to faze her in the least. In fact, it pleased her.

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

"Long ago, there was a demon called Abaddon. Abaddon is the keeper of hell, he is called the destroyer and the bringer of terror. Abaddon life's goal was to bring hell on earth for humans and the only thing that could stop him was dragon's breath. And this is were Arkalis comes in. In other to stop Abaddon from destroying earth and merging it with hell, he had to create your forefathers... the dragon." Mrs Maria paused. "So you are telling me... that war wasn't between kings like it was told?" I asked shocked.

How could she think about him when only moments before she was thinking about the hated Dave and how much she feared him? She flipped her laptop open again and decided she’d continue with her children’s books, the Sacred Sword series, urban fantasy stories about a brother and sister who found themselves in the Himmapan world where the heaven and earth were at war, gods and demons fought for power, and amongst them were creatures like the naga, garuda, and hanuman who aided the two children in their journey to save this world.

I brushed the crumbs from my hands and looked toward the golden sea beneath the sunset. "Territory taken by force will eventually be taken by someone else." I turned to him calmly. "I just want to raise fish properly." "Lord, a merchant ship has brought news from far away." Captain White entered my shelter, his face looking grim. "What news?" "To the east, there's a large faction called the Dragon Court. They're absorbing every fleet they can find. To the west, the Deep-Sea Cult has appeared. They hunt tamed sea beasts, claiming that all marine life belongs only to the Sea God."

“Whatever’s inside… it was meant for a Dragonheart.” Rowan unrolled the parchment slowly. The edges were scorched, but the ink was still bright, written in deep crimson that shimmered like blood in firelight. Her eyes scanned the first line—and her breath stilled. “Kai,” she whispered. “Look.” He leaned closer. The First Dragonheart shall rise when the world burns… But the Second shall rise when the world breaks. Rowan’s heart thudded hard enough to shake her ribs. Kai’s jaw tightened. “Second? As in another one?”

I say. “I had no idea,” Flavius responds. “Alira plays a major part in dragon culture. Anyways back to the story, I was going to tell,” I laugh at myself for getting distracted. He nods, urging me to continue. "Thousands of years ago, before dragons or humans walked the Earth, there was a goddess, Alira. Alira was the goddess of war, fire, and wrath. Though she was powerful, she was also lonely and jealous; many of the other gods had created their own races to live on earth, such as the fae and the elves. Alira wanted the creation of her own. Thus, she made dragons. She was very proud of her creation, as the dragons were everything that the other races were and more; they were beautiful, str