Dragonboy Book Novels & Stories

Tokyo loomed as an empire's heart, where dragons forged or fell. Dojo perched on the SatoTech campus edge, ancient timber beams scarred centuries, shoji fogged rice-mist concealing kendo clashes within. Air thick with cedar polish, sweat-salt, a faint blood-copper undercurrent. Barefoot on cool tatami, my athletic frame mirrored his lethal grace—indigo iaido hakama pooling at ankles, wooden bokken katana gripped, reverse-sheathed. Kenji circled, slow predator, jet hair slicked, ruthless, dragon tattoo peeking, collar-open gi, porcelain skin sheened with faint exertion.

If Jordan lost to Veryl today, Erichon was done for. Malachi stood far from them, holding the only leverage they had over Veryl. It was hard getting to know the avian king’s weakness, much less seeing him in his dragon form. It felt surreal to see one in person. Veryl's dragon form was massive. His wing span made him and Jordan appear as tiny dolls in front of him. He was scared and he knew Jordan was too but they were already in too deep. There was no turning back. The dragon king only had two living relatives. Word had it that he would do anything for his nephew. From the way he was fighting Jordan, it seemed his plan was spot on.

I thought with a scornful look on my face. "I can't wait to control their feeble mind," Kendra, my dragon, said with an excited look. "For making fun of how I looked." This war had started years ago when I first accidentally found a book titled the first dragons. And then someone helped me to know more about the first dragons, and their history. Everything started with that first book. The book was buried deep in the depth of a library, and that was the only print, I had found out later. The fascination became obsession and the obsession became need.

I couldn't stop seeing it over and over in my head. What horrified me worse was that I couldn't stop Tohr from seeing it as well. An agonizing roar split the air, and nothing could stop him from changing. Tohr tore his clothes off, and a mist swirled around him as his body stretched, shifted, and contorted into his Draygonian form. He's magnificent, I thought as I watched him. Tohr planted his four claws hard into the ground and stretched his snout up to the sky, letting out a roar that made the very ground tremble beneath our feet.

Mia knew that the reincarnation of The legendary mage would soon appear, after all she had been present when Freya, who was her childhood friend, had given birth to the reincarnation of the golden dragon. Only, the golden dragon had a biological mother and father who were both powerful dragons, unlike Cassy who had appeared from nowhere, and when Dylan who was Freya's soul mate had seen the tattoo of the golden dragon on his son's right wrist, he had immediately gotten rid of all the witnesses of his birth and he had asked her to protect their son.

Freeze says. He takes the book off my desk and starts flipping through it. He finally stops on the dragon he is looking for. He flips the book around and places it down in front of me. My eyes were about pop out of my head. I start reading the description that it gives, and Freeze is right. It describes her almost perfectly. “How would this be possible? That dragon is just a myth.” I asked.

Drezic growled. “He’s not eating properly. The doc says he is dehydrated and starving himself. Ben was given strict instructions on making him eat. Or he will be in the hospital again.” Brandon told him. “The doc knows him and says he will inform all dragons out there to help look for the golden dragon. Hopefully we can find someone that looks like the gold dragon and lure him back here with them.” “Gold is rare. The closest is yellow but Asrar wont be that dumb.” Drezic said as he ran his fingers through his hair. “We just need a bit more time.”

The young dragon kept his eyes on me, taking short steps in my direction as I held my breath. "where are you?!" the man bellowed. I could now see the young dragon clearly . He was young as I expected and quite short. He had strange colours mostly purple and grey and then his bones on his wings were easily shown. He reached my spot and paused, barely two feet away from me. My heart rammed inside me, praying to Erania he wouldn't do anything rash. I took a deep breath as it walked near me, seeing to sniff something out.

It was no surprise that Ruby was a bright red, shiny dragon with no black on her as Slate had, which seemed to make her scales even shinier and brighter the closer they flew to the sun. She was also smaller and more nimble. Nya kept her head down, near Ruby’s neck, as the dragon was going at full speed, in a rush to get Nya back to the battlefield, and it seemed evident Ruby had been wanting to fly for a while. Nya wondered how it had been determined who would stay behind before and who would go, but then, it appeared that Ruby was a maid, not warrior. She flew like someone who would be good to have in battle, though, and Nya was glad that she was in such a rush to get where they were going

"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." There was no cheering or music. The moment the words were spoken, two Skyblade Warriors moved toward me at once. “We must depart now, Princess.” They didn't give me a chance to say goodbye. They led me out of the ritual hall immediately. "Diana! Wait!" I heard my father's voice shouting from behind. My family was rushing out to follow us out of the palace, struggling to keep up with the fast pace of the warriors. A black carriage lined with iron armor was already waiting, attached to two giant horses. Beside th