Dragonage Novels & Stories

She told me that it had been a while since her dragon was out. “I just worry. I haven’t shifted in so long.” I state. “Everything is going to be fine. My dragon is terribly excited to meet Gemma.” Dray says. “Oh shit, I just realized that I don’t know the names of your dragons.” I blurt out. “Grendel is my dragon's name,” Dray tells me. “My dragon’s name is Haldor,” Drake states.

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

Freya asks. “Call your brother now. He will confirm.” The man answers. “Who is our brother?” Mythi asks to test the man. “Black Dragon of Dark Knight.” The man answers again. “Call him.” “Mythi, video call oppa now! Hurry!” Freya tells her sister while staying on her fighting stance. “Okay, unnie.” Mythi says and contacts her brother. He answers immediately. His face looks worried on the screen. “Mythi? Why? What happened? Are you girls okay?” JD asks on the phone.

“It is a country with hot climate, and it is where most dragons have lived. The people of Drava worship Phlareus; the Sun God, the immortal phoenix.” “The second country was Stormir, in the southern region,” Jade pointed at the south of Galadhor, “The dwarves that dominated the region have produced the best quality of swords and weapons to help the humans fight the Legion. They have this unique mineral called Thunderite which they use in blacksmith.”

It did little to diminish the strength of the fire dragons though and the war endured for centuries more. "The end finally came with the discovery of cold iron, and the death of Kandra Black―the first queen of dragons and mate to the goddess Zahra." "Woah that sounds intense. So the dragons have mates like werewolves?" Diana asks. "Sort of. They get to pick their own mate and then they bind their souls together to make it official. It's pretty cool actually," I sigh. "So was that the first chapter?" "No that's just a little background at the beginning about the history of this world. It goes on for a little more talking about how later another war started but it's not as entertaining because

Being a part of the resistance would make me feel useful, and might help me find my lost mate sooner. Another male voice began to speak. This one was lighter, silkier. It sang to me and made me feel a type of happiness I never had before. “I am Drayce, the Pendragon. Any who have the blood of dragons in them, who disagree with what has been done to supernaturals and our people, follow your heart to find me, be made whole, and fight.” My jaw dropped. There hadn’t been a dragon king in centuries. Most dragons were solitary and rarely had any reason to assemble.

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.

“But if they have already left Stormir much earlier than we thought, then I’m afraid they should be reaching Draconos by the morrow if the winds are kind to them.” Raeherys took a glance at the waves where the sea extended far to the dark horizons. He could already imagine seeing the Draconos Isles ahead, on the siege by the dwarves. The massive fire spread around the tropical forests, volcanoes shaken into eruption … thousands of dragon eggs crushed, stolen, or sold … Raeherys had to shut his eyes to prevent himself from seeing more. He couldn’t handle imagining what might happen next. “Gramad needs to be informed at once,” Myrdin told him. “We could send one or two of our men here to fly—“

However, before he could make a move, a new name suddenly appeared on the monument in front of him. [Drake Wyrmthorn, Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline, descendant of a celestial monsteroid, only thirty years old, level seven paragon, ranked 92nd on the Prodigy Ranking, rewarded with a strand of light of the galaxy!] An instant uproar erupted from the spectators when they saw Drake had been rewarded with the light of the galaxy.