Dragonheart Novels & Stories

A torrent of steaming hot blood. With all the strength I could muster, I tossed my head aside, alleviating the weight from my brow. A dark hole glistened in the dragon’s throat. The blood streaming down my face sizzled, staining my fur. The pain was enough to bring tears to my eyes, but I didn’t care. The dragon had impaled itself on the only physical aspect I had inherited from my mother—my spiraling, opalescent unicorn horn, now glistening a violent red.

DEX A heartbeat runs through me, painful at first, like something inside me has cracked open. Then, that pain spreads and changes, flooding every vein in my body with fire. It burns, but it heals too, like lava surging through me. Every pulse carries both agony and exhilaration until I can’t contain it anymore. My lips part, and a deep, wild howl tears out of my chest. It echoes across the battlefield, carrying through the air until it reaches every mind and heart within the Silver Crescent Pack.

He beckoned me over. I walked to the corpse of the assassin, the one with the poison spear. Drax was holding the rogue's arm up. He had ripped the tattered sleeve away to reveal the forearm. There, branded into the greyish skin, was a tattoo. It was a black circle with a jagged red lightning bolt cutting through it. "I know this mark," Drax said, his voice grim. "It’s the sigil of the Iron Hounds. Malakar’s elite guard from the old wars."

Lihont laughed as he watched how Naelis and the others were desperately trying to break his defense. He turned his attention back to the altar where Corin was chained. Corin was struggling so hard that the metal chains were cutting into his skin, his red eyes were full of tears and hate. Lihont slowly picked up the heavy glass cup filled with Darcy’s blood, as it was the most important part of the ritual. To bring back the Dark Lord, the person on the altar had to drink the blood of someone they loved more than anything else. And Corin truly loved Darcy, so her blood was perfect.

Kaelin tried next (arrow of pure winterbloom straight at his heart). It melted mid-air. Rhea threw a vial of dragon’s blood (last one in the kingdom). Caedrin caught it, drank it, and smiled with teeth made of starlight. “Your resistance is delicious,” he purred. “But the harvest is almost complete. In moments I will wear their bond like a crown, and every wolf on this continent will kneel or burn.” Serna spat blood, pushed up on shaking arms. “You forgot one thing, you ancient prick.”

Above him, a black hole appeared, and from within the black hole, thousands of droplets of golden blood flew out, landing on the forehead of every beast there; as soon as all the beasts received their droplets of golden blood, they immediately turned into eggs. "It seems you’re using the connection between the spirit of the battle armor and the physical body to open a space linked to the dragon realm, huh? Can that last long?" Hai Mingyue asked Long Chen, her eyes filled with admiration for his method.

' I sat upright when I heard Raja's voice in mind. 'Where are you? I thought you already can come out physically?' 'I can't just stay out all the time, can I? Look at your necklace, my lady.' I touched my neck and looked down when I felt something thin all over it. It is a small dragon pendant with a little diamond at the center that has a glowing yellow orange stone that looks like a burning liquid... a lava. 'I don't remember having this necklace. Where did I got this?'

Lucien listened to me, nodding in agreement. My mate is the prophesized white dragon. The champion of the nightcrawlers. There’s no mistaking it. That is why she has those purple eyes. It’s a sign of royalty and she comes from the dragon shifters bloodline. The white hair signals the color of her dragon, and she doesn’t realize this but her every time she releases her aura I break off a sweat. “But what about the nightcrawlers? This still doesn’t make any sense…” Jared muttered, cinching his eyebrows.

On the edge of the crevice, the teenaged boy was still gripping hard on the rock, sweating profusely, he looked up, vision obscured by fog and smoke that seemed to glow in flashing oranges, reds, greys, and blues. “What was that?!” He looked down at the girl, still dangling, unconscious, from his hand, “What have I gotten myself into?!” - “Potency. So that's what you people called it now,” the dragon said. Jared stood on the dragon’s forehead, horror struck. That was my strongest move, how is it still standing? Jared thought. “Airbrock. So-called Divine Humane. You are on the wrong side of the story.” Jared hit the dragon’s forehead again the same move, over and over and over and over again.

As Mina screamed in agony and Kristi fled the room with Max and Mason, Rori watched as Arthur and Murdok made a series of hand gestures at one another before Calder appeared in front of Rori and began ushering her away from the dinner table of unfolding chaos. “Come, my lady, we will check on dessert, come now,” he coaxed, and although she never took her eyes off the trio at the table she followed Calder out into the kitchen. Murdok waited for Calder to escort Rori from the room before he approached the still shuddering and whimpering Mina, “I will heal you witch… but then you will listen and not speak, understood,” the angry dragon barked and Mina merely nodded, offering out her arm. Murdok