Dragonage Novels & Stories

Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios. The Weredragons, too, drew him into their fiery domain. Born of the same sun deity, their essence was forged in the crucible of intense ether, granting them the awe-inspiring ability to spew forth torrents of fire. Leading this formidable clan is the figure known as the Dragon king who presides over their fiery realm.

He frowns slightly. “I have only ever heard of something like it. The stories of the past say it is the sign of the true ruler… They say the very first Dragon was born with a gold crown engraved into his forehead. I thought it was a fable… a myth, but we are proof that it is not a myth,” Agnarr says, brushing his fingers across my forehead. “Also, I think it suited you perfectly. Yet another sign that you are all I need and I was right in making you the Drækaari.” His face becomes serious and I tilt my head.

''Noelle this is Dagahra my dragon,'' Gabriel says. The dragon slowly walks to us and puts her big head in Gabriel's arms. He scratches her behind her ears, ''It was believed that dragons were extinct, but we found frozen eggs in these mountains. We hatched them with fire and kept them hidden for many years. They are remarkable really; they chose a human to bond with and accept nobody else. Only their master can ride them, and they would die for their master.'' I slowly approach the female and she snorts at me which makes smoke come out of her nose. Gabriel pets her nose, ''It's okay Dagahra, she is with me, and I like her, okay?''

She says in a huff as she bites her lips and her eyes grow wide. I rise form my chair in a hurry as I rush to the den to grab the remote. With all my patience gone, I hold my son just a little tighter as the new immediately comes on. As soon as I read the headline, I growl as I turn toward my mate and my dragon rushes forward. “Breaking news at noon “The Dragons Finally Speak Up”. “Mate, you better get to the point and do it fast” I warn her as I hear them talking about our lands.

The old magic survived only through her, and through those she chose. She swallowed. “That’s one path.” The vision shifted. Now she stood among dragons Draynor, Grenon, and others she did not recognize. Her dragon form loomed vast and luminous, scales threaded with Circle-light. The Dawlya magic did not rule here; it listened. The Circle bent itself around draconic instinct, reforging ancient bonds broken centuries ago. Balance. But the cost was clear. The Dawlya would never forgive it. They would call it betrayal, corruption. War would come not from fear of her, but from hatred.

I mumbled, “You didn't know I had a place? Or that we were heading that way?” he asked with amusement in his words. “Both?” I mumbled, and he laughed “I work in the military, but that is just for fun… I am a Dragnoir. I belong to an ancient royal bloodline. We are equal to the Pendragons…” he said, and then I realized that I was mated to dragon royalty. “Adam is the heir, but we do have money….” he shrugged his shoulders, “Even grandma, with her farm and simple life, she is loaded,” he said, “We just don't want to show it,” he mumbled.

Aurora was a strange woman, she muttered a few confusing things from time to time, she remembered hearing her say the word and asking what she meant but she would never say. What could her mother be up to? “I know what Drákos stratiótis means… it's an ancient Greek word in dragon texts, it means Dragon soldier. Your mother must have known a dragon soldier” “A dragon soldier? What does that mean?” she asked in confusion. Drake hesitated before saying, “Dragon soldier means exactly what the name implies, They are dragons born to be soldiers for the clan. Dragons are mostly born into their roles and they are created by the flame goddess to bear the characteristics that are unique to them. It's

Coming to a stop just a few inches away from her, Andronikos' eyes bored into hers. "Nysera..." Draekon said beside her. "Meet my Flame Bound, Andronikos." He introduced, then looked at the dragon. "Andronikos, this is Nysera. One of the princesses of the DragonBorns." Immediately, Andronikos reared his head as though he was paying respect. A soft chuckle of amusement escaped Nysera. She, herself, was born with her own dragon, and she knew for a fact that he was giving the permission to caress him.

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.

Overall Lana’s dragon was a beautiful petite dragon. Adonis' dragon had a copper base color with dark green accent scales peeking out underneath the top layer of copper in certain areas. His tail, talons, and body size were all mostly in comparison with Draven but just a tad smaller. Harris quickly looked forward when he felt Draven begin to descend. A small cottage tucked close to the mountain on the north side came into view.