Dragonage Novels & Stories

I like that she wanted to make one of the dragons feel good about himself. ‘Yes,” she says, then sighs. ‘He’s not though.’ ‘What? Why would you say that?’ I ask. ‘He’s a silver who doesn’t believe in himself. That’s the trait of a bronze or a green, not a silver.’ ‘How do you know so much about dragons when you were just born today?’ I ask. She looks at me. ‘I guess you could say it’s in our blood. We pass knowledge from generation to generation. I know everything that Ylys knows up to the point where my egg was laid. Anything she learned after that, I’ll have to learn.’

Dojo reeked slaughter, copper-thick, tatami slick crimson pools, our chests heaving thunder-sync, indigo hakamas spattered gore. "You fight like you're born to it," he growled, scarred jaw inches, porcelain fingers banding my wrist pull-close, obsidian devouring mahogany flush. Blood smeared his cheek war-paint, dragon tattoo pulsing throat wild. No fear in his stillness—predator sated, but gaze burned deeper hunger.

"The High Moon Court kept archives of the old world. The histories are explicitly clear: there were three primal beasts born of the initial lunar fracture. Only three." She paused, her cold blue eyes scanning the gathered family. "The Sun Dragon, whose scales could blind an army. The Storm Dragon, who carried the western monsoons on its wings. And the Shadow Dragon." Seraphina frowned, her hands still faintly shimmering with residual golden light. "The one Nyx rode today?" Selena nodded, her jaw tightening. "The Nidhöggr. The Shadow Dragon. Historically, it was recorded as the most violent, the most fiercely intelligent, and utterly impossible to tame by any magical or physical constraint."

I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me. The seer blinked in surprise, but nodded. He placed my hand on the sword and began some ancient chants in their tongue. He then poured ceremonial oil over my hand that was on the blade, and as the final words left his mouth, a flash of silver light appeared around my hand. "By the laws of the realm and the ancient blood pact," the high seer intoned, his voice booming through the chamber. "The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union."

The elderly vendor, with weathered hands that spoke, held forth an exquisite piece. Intricate links of gold, meticulously wrought, formed an elegant chain that draped seamlessly, creating a delicate framework for the centerpiece. At the heart of the necklace rested a sizable blue gemstone, capturing the essence of the deep ocean in its rich hue. The gemstone, cradled within a golden setting, emanated a mesmerizing brilliance that danced with every movement. Its facets catch and refract light, creating an ever-changing play of colors that evoke a sense of desire.

“I just have to say that Drago Terranova is my other mate and I ask that you express yourself respectfully of all of them.” Inna raised her eyebrows and then looked at Rose in disbelief. “Is the thousand-year-old beast from the ancient bard’s tale real?” asked Inna, and Rose nodded, laughing. I wasn't getting it at all and then Inna went straight to arguing with Connor for not introducing her hero to her. “What just happened?” asked Rose uncomprehendingly. “Drago is the protagonist of an ancient Bardic legend,” said Rose. “In the legend, it tells of a dragon who guarded the ancient world and always waited for love; that's why he helped couples so they could be happy.”

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

Most of the buildings were derelict and the streets deserted, they walked further on foot, Fury walking behind them, “I mean I am disappointed. I expected something of much grandeur and class, something so exquisite…” “Raisel, this is not the kingdom of dragons. This is where they hide because of yo…of humans”, Dragomir interrupted her, “Dragons live in the kingdom of Islandia, it is believed its beauty is unmatched and second to none. Men could never describe it because its beauty left the beholder tongue-tied and in awe” She looked at him quizzically, “You know a lot about these creatures” “Pfft”, he shrugged it off nonchalantly, “Most of us just pay attention in history lessons”

Argentum said in teasing manner “I am Prince you evil women… do you want your prince to accept his defeat…? huh?” Draco argued back and tried to free hinself, on other hand all other teen Dragon ‘s were encouraging them both to fight including their training master , master Mossace… “Hahahah…. my prince you forgot…. your Draphidrmia still pending….. (Draphidrmia is a ritual which is performed in Dragon realm among royal Dragon which is equal to coronation)… but me… I am already hired as your first in line chief commanding officer..” Argentum said proudly

She pushed the plate out the door, then made her way back over to her bed, where she picked up the book again. Catori skipped random pages until she saw the words, Desolation. (The land of BorrowsHood, later called Desolation, was where Nightwing settled, becoming the only dragon of his kind to have no family or battalion. Thriving off the land, sea and his brute strength, and living in a cave. Until over twenty dragons joined him, once again making him their king. They build the small area together, and expanding the land where they could. The males hunt, while the females of the small clan would take care of their children. Along with the baby, Nightwing tried to hide, and refuse to say wh