Dragonheart Novels & Stories

Relieved that I had found a solution, I left the cluster and made my way to the castle, making my pray for the papyrus to remain gluing to its place. Much later, I have come a long way, and I do not hide that I am tired. Like a dragon, I may have the power of a hundred men, maybe more, but in human form, I am alone. The power of a man is all I have—my own strength as a Drake-man. I am at the finish line to reach the castle. I see it in front of me, but the dirt road slopes up, and the weight I carry, It feels like doubled weight since when I first caught it, I held it in my hands. But I will succeed. I do not give up easily. The sun is heating me without mercy, and all the effort is making m

Hanzo were, Jasmine quickly squatted near Beth, in meantime Draco opened his mouth wide and allowed a long wave of warm red and golden colored fire to spur out in direction of all blood born corpses, in blink of an eye each and every single of those corpses were turned into pile of black colored ashes however that didn’t stopped Draco. Upon killing all corpses Draco’s Dragon then turned his attention to female blood ghost and sneered twice in her direction, seeing which that female ghoul ghost opened her mouth wide and again revealed her disguising looking dark and large snake like tongue and immediately jumped on wall and got stuck to it like some lizard, she than hastily crawled in direct

Scorpions above the walls and towers, loaded with huge and deadly spears, were all aimed at them. “Estevan …” Larice muttered as she caught a glimpse of him, along with that old dragon, standing on top of the crenellations. Both were chained, but the old man had a dracarth—a leather collar locked around his neck. It glowed with red ember … and the wince on his face told her it dealt with intense pain. Dracarths were some of the weapons she saw from Shavath, which could prevent a dragon from shape-shifting. The leather collar was also very sensitive to heat, Larice learned, that when a dragon would attempt to breathe fire, the collar would compress, choking the beast to his death. Larice thou

The one standing in the center, a stunning drakaina with high cheekbones and delicate eye ridges, turns her head towards our liaison to speak in a bell-bright voice that hits me with the resonance of a perfectly formed crystal. “Set the box before us,” Liaison Everly translates a moment later, “And take several steps back; this process can be dangerous.” Responding instantly, our group takes several steps away, forming a near-perfect ring around the mysterious treasure. The technicians glide forward, their movements smooth and rolling, as if the stone beneath our feet also moved to their whim. Whatever type of dragon they are, their connection to the element of earth is strong, perhaps even

He examined the engraving. “No.” I looked. The dragon wasn’t like Nicholas’s personal symbols. It had two heads. Wings spread. A crown between them. Lydia leaned closer. “That’s not a dragon.” “What?” I asked. She pointed. “Look at the tails.” Two bodies. Intertwined. Not one creature. Two. “Twins,” I whispered. Lydia looked at me. The room went silent again. Chase frowned. “I never noticed.” Nicholas turned the key.

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.

she declared without letting him decide. " Work for me?" " Lone Wolves, led by Jordan Van Arthur also know as Poison master Van, has the dragon marrow blood......." " Really expected of the computer Doll, you even know about the dragon marrow blood. I don't need you to...." " This.... " She held out the bloodied wooden button "... You gave me this, right?" Jordan looked at the button and look back at her eyes, his unreadable expression not weavering a bit. " Such a rough workmanship, not a product of Lone Wolves " he replied and stood up.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

Faith is one of the most important virtues of the human being that makes you believe in a greater good in a day when everything can be better where the light of the East illuminates your paths, when corrupted it means the death of the soul and only the existence of a being without pathless identity in search of nothingness deceived by his disturbed and manipulated ego. Nathan Crowther was just a being full of the now, upset and manipulated by a flawed system. If words could describe the state of my soul, maybe I wouldn't spend my days in exile inside myself. I wouldn't even sink in the tide of pain I carry in my chest, however, it's impossible to describe how much it hurts: The pain of livin

She picked it up and dialed a number, and tapped her foot on the floor impatiently. “Victor” she said into the phone. “Meg dear, I was just about to call you”. “We hit a little bump in the road and you won’t be able to get your supply”. “Don’t worry about it darling. I already closed the deal with someone?” “Who?!” she yelled in rage. “I don’t know the name of the gang. Maybe…..” “Red Dawn?” she asked her eyes wide with anger. “I don’t know Megumi, They weren’t forthcoming with the details”.