Dragonheart Novels & Stories

The sound of leathery wings echoed through the night sky as Dante approached landing beside her the stunning dragon roared blowing fire into the air surrounding the ‘Divine One’ singeing his eyebrows. ‘’Let me have the honour.’ He mindlinked Tegan and she stepped back, releasing her power back into the earth, giving him the room to exact his revenge. ‘Go right ahead.’ She moved into the shadows, turning away as Dante used his dragon to destroy the man who had tried to destroy them. In the end he was just another human who thought he could rule the Immortal world. Tegan stood at the edge of the clearing. The ‘Stone’ the Druids had used was now a charred relic; there was nothing holy or ancien

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?!"

The creepy-eyed witch said. “What is Darhana?” I asked. “Well, it is a cocktail-like potion made of poitin, absinthe and wolfsbane. If he were a regular werewolf, he would at least be in a comma, or, more likely, he would’ve been dead by now. I am puzzled how his Lycan is still in control after this amount of Darhana, especially given that he is in his human form. Take him to the stretcher in my tent, and I will make the concoction.”

Overall Lana’s dragon was a beautiful petite dragon. Adonis' dragon had a copper base color with dark green accent scales peeking out underneath the top layer of copper in certain areas. His tail, talons, and body size were all mostly in comparison with Draven but just a tad smaller. Harris quickly looked forward when he felt Draven begin to descend. A small cottage tucked close to the mountain on the north side came into view.

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.

Cyran- Finding the Stone hadn’t been difficult. The moment it left Canada, I was able to track it. I thought that by finding the Stone, I would find Azura, but that hadn’t been the case. “Where is she?” I demanded. Holding the one that was responsible for taking the Dragon stone by his neck, I recognized him as Arion’s best friend, Darren. As far as I knew he was one of the worst Dragons ever born. I should have known he had been involved, even though I haven’t seen or heard from him since Arion’s death.

Within his consciousness, Adrian faintly saw a fully red dragon, billowing with clouds and mist, rushing toward him with open jaws as if it wanted to devour him. The violent force swept over, but luckily, Adrian had been prepared. He retracted his consciousness and resisted the spiritual attack. Adrian was astonished. He knew that Almandine seemed to want to break free because of his shallow immortality arts. The Scarlet Dracoblade seemed to be a closed space, trapping the soul of Almandine inside. Even though the dragon violently raged within, it couldn't break free. However, when Adrian probed the sword with his consciousness, he essentially opened a door in this space, allowing Almandine'

Laryn I risk my life for one glimpse of a treasure so precious it's worth the danger. I've heard Bastian's rumbling when I enter his territory and my heart breaks for our destroyed friendship. The blame is on me and no one else. I stole his mate, Acasia, who at the time was Bastian's most valued possession. It doesn't matter that I released her or that a dragon's very nature covets the greatest treasure of others. Bastian hates me. Now Acasia has become dragon and the two guard the first dragon egg laid in thousands of years. I only want a simple glimpse to wash away a small bit of the loneliness that endlessly eats my soul.

They also had a bottled-up anger on these filthy undead blood suckers. The castles, palaces,houses and forests everything was set on fire. Vampires were running for their life but eventually getting caught up in hell fire breathing dragons. Suddenly Drystan jumps off his dragon as the pair of blue wings pierced out his back, surprising everyone there. Loren held his breath in awe when Drystan started chanting the destruction spell. Drystan's long blue hair emitted the powerful icy aura, sending the child down the spines. Between the two hands of Drystan formed two round spheres. Each having glassy compositions of mana infusion. Drystan opened his dark black eyes which had blue iris.

I shake my head no with so little movement that I don’t think that any one else could see the gesture. “I Morbius Murdock reject you Julia Henning as my soul bonded mate and life partner” As the first word spills from my lips, I throw my dragon into the cage that I kept him in for years. I blink in horror as I watch as he is torn apart by invisible forces inside my head. I clench my teeth as my legs threaten to buckle from the pain in my chest. As expected my brother releases as furious roar as my mate screams.