Dragonheart Novels & Stories

Within moments, they were reforming around their leader as though the battle had been nothing more than a deviation that needed correcting. Margosha went completely still. I felt the change in her before I understood its cause. Her attention narrowed onto one dark dragon at the front. He was larger than the others. Green lines crossed his chest and the bases of his wings, meeting over his heart in a complicated seal. They pulsed with each movement of his body, as though foreign magic had replaced some natural rhythm of its own. “Margosha?” She moved closer to the edge. “That’s Rian.” Damian turned.

I leaned against the stone railing, looking past the blazing courtyards toward the distant, shadowy silhouette of the Northern Manor rising against the dark horizon. ​Dorian Thorn was waiting over there, resting in false security, completely unaware that the storm was heading straight for him. ​My core thrummed with raw, unstoppable power. The first head had fallen, but the vengeance was only halfway done. ​I bent my knees, the dragon-forged muscles in my legs coiling with explosive kinetic force, and launched myself off the balcony into the dark night sky.

Draegon smiled. He withdrew a dagger, the blade black as night, coated in a pulsing crimson substance. Bloodbane. The forbidden mixture only Bloodfang dared use. A poison. A stimulant. A curse. “Awaken,” Draegon whispered. He sliced his palm with the blade, letting blood drip onto the floor. Immediately, the Ravagers stirred. Chains clattered. Breathing intensified. Growls thundered through the chamber.

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

he pointed to the first, “is a Skathryn. Fast. Agile. Goes for joints and arteries. You don’t kill it with brute force, you blind it. Take the eyes first. Then the throat.” He moved to the second, casually circling it. “This ugly motherfucker is a Drathos Beast. Scaled and resistant to most blades. But it’s slow. Stupid. There’s a gland beneath the tail joint. Hit it with fire or lightning, it’ll detonate. Boom. Pretty colors.”

I click the article link. "With the death of Alpha Draco Torrent, the Dragon Pack has been dispersed. Authorities have some members in custody for the murder of more than 800 people and the attempted terrorist attack of the Caledon Security Unit. Authorities are asking for anyone who has any information on missing Dragon members. They ask you do not attempt to apprehend them yourself, but call the Falcon Ridge hotline. One person of interest is still at large. Alexi Torrent. No charges have been filed this far, but the security unit has told us they have some questions that need answering. If you see Alexi Torrent, please call Falcon Ridge hotline. Alexi Torrent has red hair, green eyes, 5'4

Dragon blood can revive, even those at the brink of death, and I, being the First Dragon, could bring even the dead back. I leapt into the action and fed the dying mermaid a few drops of my blood, which in a matter of seconds gave color back to her skin, regrew her fin tail and soon, she opened her gorgeous black eyes and looked at us confused. Having my blood meant she was bound to me, meant to be tied and to serve me, but the moment her eyes met Thalia’s I knew we had another thing coming.. Their connection was instant. And it has remained and survived for centuries. They were in love and happy and I was happy for them. My baby sister had true love and I was grateful for that. Thinking ab

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.

The edges ragged and jagged tears bit into the words. Lloyd peered close, the rips making it a bit harder to read, as well as the uneven script, written by a hand that had been shaking. The sun is bright. But all around us is darkness. I could have all the gold in the world. The hidden locations are wide open. But the cost is crippling. I had much of it tossed over the side. The weeds can conceal it and the drowned men can have use of it. The beast knows I came close to finding some way out. And the consequence was worse. Their souls, my own and the blood of children. It won't be sated until a hundred or maybe more have been slaughtered.