Dragonboy Book Novels & Stories

With a swift motion, I clenched a fistful of their armor and catapulted both soldiers into the onlooking crowd. A growl escaped me and I lunged at the commander, teeth bared and claws elongated. Claws? When did I get claws? The thud of a blunt weapon impacting my skull brought me crashing to the ground face first. A pair of muddy boots filled my blurring vision. The murmur of voices could be heard addressing the crowd.

Taran looks sad, “No, but something in me says to find my mother first. I want to know where they looked. The books aren’t completely accurate.” “Taran,” my voice is quiet. I want to learn more about dragons. What parts of the myths are authentic, and what are false? “Will you tell me what is true about dragons? I know about the first dragon and the stone. I want to know why you breathe fire. Are you made of fire? What do dragons eat? Are you born as a human or dragon? Since dragons are reptiles, wouldn’t they lay eggs? How did humans conceive dragons?”

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

“As for the dragon’s appearance, many books describe it differently, each more inconsistent than the last. As for the blue exterior—that comes from an elven seer’s prophecy of what it will look like thousands of years in the future. If I’m not mistaken, what you read was the illustration in Chapter Three of The Constellations of the Nine Realms. The note beneath it clearly states that it’s a prophetic depiction—but since it’s written in Elvish, many readers mistakenly believe it to be the dragon’s true form.” *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-(--header-height)" dir="auto" data-turn-id="da21c723-1221-47dc-a96a-99316a653cdf" data-testid="conversation-turn-81" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-tur

Soon the remainder of his father’s companions had been slain. Randey stared, quaking with helplessness. A hint of movement in the corner of his eye caused him to look skyward. It took his panicked mind a moment to register what it was he was seeing. A dark shape was gliding down the valley toward the site of battle. When he realized what it was, a glimmer of hope blossomed within him. It was a Dragon. Specifically, it was Ghaeron. Randey had never seen the Dragon Guardian before, but he had no doubt. The gleaming, reflective black scales shimmered with rainbow ripples as he soared ever nearer. Randey smiled, feeling that rescue for his father was at hand.

“They’ve not ceased to exist yet. You and I have memorized it by heart. If we haven’t mastered it before we die, we can record it into a manual and pass it on to whoever is destined to receive it.” “True.” Wilbur wrote again. “By the way, where’s the dragon?” James wrote on the ground. He knew the dragon was in the abyss, but he did not know its precise location. After reading James’ words, Wilbur pointed into the deep waters and wrote. “I advise you not to think about killing the dragon. Its tail was cut off more than one thousand three hundred years ago. However, it’s still the leader of the Four Holy Beasts. It’s not going to be so easily dealt with.”

Then Black Dragon spoke. “Hello. I’m Black Dragon of Dark Knight, 18. But just call me JD outside.” He said with a smirk. I gulped. He’s not even offering his hand for us to shake. He’s not even sharing anything more about himself. Just like that. His aura radiates confidence and no fear. But I can also sense a feeling of excitement and loneliness at the same time. I shook my head. It’s confusing. I sighed. Sean-hyung looked at me. “Something wrong, Hawkeye?” he asked.

Mother gone out of the little girl’s room and returned with an old thick bounded book, “Mommy, I saw this book in daddy’s place.” Mother opened the old thick bounded book and carefully turned the pages, “Baby girl, and don’t touch it. Let me do it for you.” The little girl asked, “What’s this dot is called?” Mother replied wisely to make her daughter understand, “This white mountain on the west is called Ayruzglow kingdom. Dragons lived there.” The little girl asked with a curious tone, “Oh, wow. Are we dragons? I don’t find my wings? Can I Fly?”

It was so powerful; it turned out to be the level of a saint god. After being stunned for more than ten seconds, Darryl finally reacted and sucked in a sharp breath of cold air. ‘This—is this a dragon from this world?’ he wondered. When Darryl first arrived in this other world, he read many ancient books in Dominic's study. He once saw a record of dragons in the other world in one of the ancient books. While there were dragons in the Roland Continent, they were different in appearance from those in The Nine Continent, and the beast also had a wild, devilish behavior.