Dragonhunter Viola Novels & Stories

The same storm that had drenched Isla Hart during her rise to power now seemed to settle permanently above Viola’s roof, grey, heavy and almost accusatory. She stared down at her daughters, their small faces scrunched in hunger and exhaustion. Little angels born into a gilded cage. But the truth clawed at her gut. They were not Nathaniel Blake’s angels. They were Dante’s. And soon, no one would know that but her. The door creaked. Viola turned sharply, her heart stuttering, but it was only her reflection in the mirror. She did not recognize herself anymore: designer silk, diamond necklace, eyes rimmed with sleepless desperation.

I said to him as I opened the drawers of the desk. “That’s awesome!” he said loudly. “How old are you Link?” I asked him. “Eighteen Sire,” he said to me. “Well I’m nineteen so call me Ryder please,” I said and he smiled again. “Sure thing boss,” he said and I laughed as I shook my head. “What dragon do you have?” I asked him. “Violet,” he said proudly. “You should’ve been able to lay claim to the lair yourself and kill Andrew,” I said to him.

Her wings beat again with an enormous leathery flap, sending another hurricane-like gale to knock aside loose stones and flatten grass and force Anzi to back up even more if she didn’t want to end up with her nose planted in the ground. Oh, gods. The dragon—she was flying. Not only that, but she could see Oza and Letti on the base of her neck, looking as tiny as ants as they clung to the saddle. The Prince was there too, clinging to the great dragon’s side with what must be hooks at the joints of his wings, like a bat’s. And again and again, the great dragon slowly beat her wings as she descended upon them. Anzi glanced back with bleary, wind-blinded eyes to see Doufan now bowled away along

Votigern did not have the time to think or ponder on what he had just seen, just before the hollow closed, he dropped the wood and jumped in. He found himself in the most beautiful place ever, no adjectives could thoroughly describe the beauty of Islandia. He stood there unnoticed by anyone as good-looking men, beautiful women and children went on about with their activities. He looked above his head and saw a host of dragons soaring in the sky, it was a wide array of beautiful colours, ranging from white to black, to gold, to grey and even green. And then someone screamed, “A human!, A human breached our security” Then he was captured and dragged along, his eyes were still fixated on his su

Mykael asks. She nods. “Yes, I’ve actually seen it happen. Basically, whoever is the leader of the dragons will carry the injured one and drop them into Mors, their most violent volcano. The fire will heal them and force them to shift. If it is successful, then the dragon will fly out in the red flame they call the Phoenix. Unfortunately, there are awful side effects,” she trails off. “What side effects?” I ask. She looks at me with pain in her eyes. “They come back, but they come back feral.”

She can’t stop the laugh that bubbles out. “Oh, oh goddess. Have you lost your wolf?” Iris flinches and Viola laughs louder. “Oh, you have! Oh this is perfect!” A new plan sparks to life in Viola. She can make her previous plan even better. She brings her claws down. Iris braces for the flare of pain but it never comes. When the scent of blood blooms in the air but there’s no pain, Iris opens her eyes. Viola is grinning maliciously, three long scratches oozing blood on her arm.

She grabs Tricia's hair, but it falls off, revealing a bright violet hair, and this time she snaps her eyes open, causing my mouth to hang open. Violet dragon eyes.

My vision blurred, and blood trickled from my nose as my mind fought to process the overwhelming scale of slaughter and dominance. ​Hold the line! I screamed internally, gritting my teeth until my jaw ached. I am Ronan Vane! No memory of war will break a mind forged in betrayal! ​I channeled the core of dragon flame in my chest, using its internal heat as a anchor to filter and absorb the chaotic energy. Slowly, the violent mental storm subsided. The memories of ancient dragon combat integrated smoothly into my bloodline, altering my spiritual presence and filling my veins with a richer, more potent dragon vitality.

Nay snapped her finger, a barrier was formed that was parallel to our position and straight to the end of the mountain. Violet immediately jumped from the edge of the pool on the cliff and immediately turned into a dragon. Its body is completely black and the tips of its horns, tail and membrane on its wings are slightly purple in color. "Wuuuh, so all the dragon races can do that right?" I said in amazement when I saw Violet's dragon form. "Yes, everything, but it's not a dragon race." Noe who was still leaning in the pool facing the other side, right next to me.