Dragonrider Games Novels & Stories

Maybe then the werewolf will get tired of playing with me, and I will be free. A daring kiss, sweeping away any possible obstacles in its path, invaded my mouth, not caring about consent. He attacked so hard, as if a conqueror, claiming the right to his territory, crushed my lips and extorted to let himself through. Yang continued to hold his waist with one hand, and grabbed his hair with the other, forcing him to throw back his head and respond to a rough caress. He pushed his tongue in, as if quenching an incredible thirst in an oasis in the middle of the desert sands. The stone hardness of his penis, resting against my stomach, made me languish with thirst no less and open up to meet me.

He said in a commanding voice. "You want me to be a princess and set me up for a price. But dad, you don't get it." She paused. "I belong to the other side of the tale, I love Dragon!" She shouted at her father and turned around to walk away. Dozens of eyes gazed at them. Some murmured and chuckled at their talk. But a pair of eyes were fixed at Jade. With wide eyes, his gaze followed her as she walked past. Looking back through his shoulder, he gazed at her until she turned left to the other side of the road and disappeared from his sight.

Fae warriors surge forward through the smoke. And the war begins. I leap from the shattered balcony where my unit has been waiting and shift midair, my dragon bursting free with a violent snap of wings that sends debris scattering across the courtyard below. Heat floods through my veins as the battlefield opens before me. To my left, Jakob dives through a column of enemy dragons, his claws ripping one of them from the sky as the creature screams in rage and terror. Vael leads a formation of aerial riders along the eastern walls, their dragons slamming into Malrec’s flank with brutal precision.

“They’re a cage made to look like a crown. A ritual dressed in reverence so no one questions why so many fail. It’s how the court justifies culling heirs that threaten legacy—or control.” He hesitated. Then added quietly, “They offer a dagger, a goblet, and a scale. Every trial begins the same way.” Sera looked up. “Even though they know what each one does?” “They know,” Rhazien said grimly. “The visions are always honest. But dragons are raised to believe pain is proof. That bleeding is holy. That weighing your soul is noble. They don’t see the warnings as deterrents. They see them as a challenge.”

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

And there's no way I'm admitting to Aspen how much time I've spent playing her husband's new game. "There's another raid happening at the wharf in twenty. Want to hit it up?" Dean asks as the group who gathered in the last few minutes disperses. Probably down to the wharf to try the new battle. Each dragon is only available in the game by participating in group raids for a limited time. Everyone is working to grab one for themselves before time runs out. Any other day and I might — I want this flipping dragon — but this afternoon I'm expecting last-minute packages from Amazon, which I need to get wrapped and ready to go for Aspen's Christmas party in a few days. There's no better motivator t

Astrid swallowed with a nod. “I, Radcliff the Firebreath, The Red Dragon Slayer, challenge the three of you at the same time to fight against me. The winner will get the dragon magic stone that is in this sword,” challenged Radcliff with a smug grin that was clearly contemptuous and condescending. Draco took one step forward and glared at Radcliff. "We accept your challenge. I, Draco Black, The Son of Zergenth, The Sky Protector, The Last Dragon, challenge you Dragon Slayer,” Draco replied with a serious face.

, Dragomir asked. She nodded vigorously and stepped back, Dragomir squatted and held his hands, they stayed quiet for a while. Raisel strained her ears to listen to their conversations but she couldn’t hear a thing. It was like no word was said between them, however, she could hear them chuckle and smile from time to time. They stayed that way for a while before Dragomir stood from the ground, “His name is Ivar, he is a dragon. He will take us to his mother”

The Nanny started muttering, looking under the covers and in the wardrobe, but the mischievous child couldn't be found anywhere. "Lady Lisbeth will have my head if I've lost the little shite again, Ragnar!" The heavyset woman left the room, deciding to try the library, hoping she'd have more luck there. As soon as the door closed, the ceiling shimmered, and the golden dragonling landed lightly on the floor. Ragnar Delgaard was a confident child. Despite the war that raged on between Dragons and werewolves, he would still venture outside to play in the orchards or breathe in fresh air-much to his mother's dismay. Today he had a sneakier objective in mind.