Dragonheart Novels & Stories

They looked like rickety monsters, with their glass eyes shot out, sporting a toothless hollow grin, dwarfing her. Her red, ornately embellished wedding dress, slowing her down. Her red dupatta (stole paired on an Indian dress) sweeping the ground, wet and heavy with the slick and rust. With her service Glock 17 handgun, cradled in her sweaty hands, she was quite a sight to look at.

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.

Sadness welled up in his chest. Draco jumped, his feet hitting the wall, then he skidded through the air, dodging the attack of the skeleton dragon's fiercely spinning tail. On the skeleton dragon's chest encased in bones that were harder than steel was a large golden gem that pulsed and shone brightly. Its shape resembled a giant golden heart and beats full of the rhythm of life. Thump! Thump! Thump!

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

I cried from the hollow shell of my consciousness, pounding against invisible walls. But she lunged. Rhydan’s scream tore through the dungeon just as her claws did, slashing through skin, and into his chest. Blood sprayed. Her paw closed around the Heartstone embedded in him. A brilliant, sapphire light erupted as it left his chest. I screamed, but no one could hear me, not even her. The Heartstone shimmered, glowing a deep, otherworldly blue, pulsing like a living thing. My wolf held it reverently between her blood-soaked claws.

He had long golden hair neatly tied up, with his arms crossed over his chest. On the other side, Malveric Dravenhart, head of Drachenfell Campus, sat quietly with a cold expression. His eyes were a deep red colour, giving the impression that he was no ordinary human.

Still she bared blood stained teeth, venomous to the last. "You have won nothing but more suffering, ingrate child," Zoya spat weakly. Behind her more figures came jogging into view through the haze of battle, freezing my heart. Kai and a bound and muzzled Scar staggered between familiar Haven guards, both ashen and bleeding heavily from unseen tortures. Zoya's teeth flashed ferally noting my pain and renewed helplessness. "Your treachery ends here. Once I unleash the Locked Beast caged within the dragon, none of you will leave this mountain alive!" Her harsh incantations sent visible shockwaves through Scar's chains. He spasmed, fighting the compulsions with visible effort. But the cursed g

Mother locked gazes with me and her eyes widened as the dart sank into her neck. I bellowed as her eyes drooped slowly and she shook her head as if to dispel something. I could see nothing else around me, hear nothing as the sword got plunged in her heart. The noise around me got drowned at as I watched her cough out blood mixed with ichor. I felt when the wall fell around us and Morph moved to cradle mother in his arms. My beast came alive with a loud roar and I started to see red as blood called to me. I could smell their fear and it enticed me. Blood roared in my ears as my fingers started to grow longer and my skin on my hand translucent and cloaked with lava. I barely registered Genevie

I adjusted Bellezza’s body on my shoulder. “Hand me the monk’s blood,” I ordered, as I extended my free hand, “and get ready to run.” Morgan handed me a small glass bottle containing a green-colored substance called the monk’s blood and strapped the bag to his chest tighter. When this blood combines with the clear substance on the ground, also known as the Dricola, the oil of a dragon’s fang, hymns would erupt. This should show us the portal’s entrance and it would only stay up for 10 seconds.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te