Dragonage Novels & Stories

she asked, her words muffled by her knees as she hugged them close, remembering Rhyzar’s mysterious ability to heal her. Gerda tilted her head thoughtfully. “You might call it magic,” she said, “though we consider it a gift. It pools in one among us—a blessed person we call ‘Draken,’ which in our tongue means ‘dragon.’ This gift can manifest in many ways—manipulating the elements, altering physical forms—”

Loyalty to her pack defines her, yet every instinct warns her that the dragon court is one vast territory fight she cannot win by tooth and claw alone. Aurelia, Sea-Dragon Princess of the Leviathan Isles — Eyes as deep as trench-water and hair that shifts like tide-foam, Aurelia carries the hush of ocean trenches wherever she goes. She slips through waterways beneath the palace at night, surfacing in unexpected courtyards, observing more than she speaks. When she finally chooses words, they arrive like a rising tide—slow, inescapable, and impossible to ignore.

But today, her focus was off, and she knew why. It was a Dragon Moon--just not for their kingdom. Rather, the kingdom directly to their north, Hightower, would be forced to make the sacrifice that night. Every time a Dragon Moon rolled around, Nya found it difficult to concentrate, even when it wasn’t her kingdom who would choose someone to be taken by the dragon. Just the idea that the bastard would be flying through the sky, filling the air with shrieks and fire, claiming another innocent life. Even if it wasn’t a citizen from Frindom, it was a person who would be dead soon enough, someone who was blameless, and that wasn’t right.

said Edmund in draconic language. “I, Edmund, son of the red dragon, the firestarter, the destroyer. I granted permission for Draco, son of Zergenth, protector of the sky, the last prince dragon of its kind, to get full access to Jergintarth's memory. May the holy mighty dragon's blessing upon you.” Edmund's body floated in the air, and his chest gave off a very bright red light. The light that shot out from his chest then turned into a bright red ball.

I position myself so when he releases me on the ledge, I roll once and take to my feet. His dragon form is breathtaking. This is the first chance I've actually had to admire it... him, whatever he actually is. Acasia didn't explain more than that dragons have two forms. The people of my village don't know this. Somehow I think their fright is greater because the dragon is well... a dragon. They breathe fire, stomp, and snort during the claiming. They do good things also. Our land has few natural resources and the dragons occasionally provide a source of precious metals, machinery, and even cloth for our garments. And because of these things, a maiden is sacrificed every twenty-five years. It

Deep down something told Iris that the old lady wasn't lying, that there was a truth to this side of history that no one had ever told her. Lady Marie smiled, "Dragons decided to slumber. Deep in the cores of mountains and ranges. Transformed and slept, some have been sleeping for thousands of years. Only a few remained awake to keep their legacy going. After all, we are the noblest of all of God's creations on Earth. And you never find a Dragon-shifter dear, if a Dragon-shifter wants you, they'll find you, even abduct you if that's what it takes." She tapped Iris' hand again and winked knowingly at her.

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

Among the Six, he's the only one who doesn't seem uptight like the rest of them. For the rest of my stay in the hospital, I keep receiving visits from Landon and Dakota's family as well. I have gathered information about my mission. Apparently, I am to find the seals. Moreso, I can only do that if I stick to a particular person who bears the name, Dashiell Gryphon. According to Landon, he's a dragon Lord who wants to use the seals for evil purposes. To worsen it all, he's the jerk who had murdered me. I'm willing to do my best. ..

Her opalescent scales shimmered in the moonlight as she glared up at me. 'I am only a hatchling in this realm. My soul has been around for a very long time, taking the form of one familiar or another, but you are the first to be worthy of my true form.' Her true form? The egg shifted once more, and more of the shell cracked and fell apart until there stood a tiny dragon. She spread her wings, flicking her spiked tail back and forth at the remaining shell before once more looking up at me. She was beautiful. Covered entirely in shimmering opalescent scales, small horns pointed backward off her head as she raised it back up to look up at me, causing the spines running the length of her back to

I glanced at the skinny,skin-and-bones little red dragon in the corner and said firmly,"I want him." The moment I said that,the Grand Druid and the beastmen froze. The Naga at my feet shifted into his half-human form,frustrated tears falling from his eyes."You'd rather take a dying little lizard than me?" Chloe and Bjorn looked stunned as well. The Grand Druid stepped forward to warn me."Elena,he is of the Dragonkin.Dragons are notoriously bad at reproducing.Besides,in our ancient legends,they are omens of doom and destruction!As one of the tribe's only two precious females,you must choose wisely."