Dragonrider Games Novels & Stories

While waiting for Anya he called Mia. Her internship was almost over. It would be nice to figure out when they could catch up. She was gearing up for a party with her friends after the completion of her internship. Her chirpy, cheerful voice was addictive as she chatted about her plans. She was going to go on a bike ride from Pune to Goa along with her Harley Owners Group. They called themselves HOG. It was a professional bikers group so the health and safety standards would be managed but it still remained predominantly a men's gang.

“We’ll discuss that later. For now, tell me what you know of the dragon riders, the ones that come and…do what Bisset does. Inspect annexed cities.” “And terrorize the people?” His upper lip curled up in a scowl. “Even so. How many are they, and what do you remember of the ones you’ve seen? Or heard about?” His sneer melted away into confusion. “Ten or so, including the Emperor. Everyone knows that. There’s the dragon who breathes fire hot enough to turn sand to glass and the one-eyed rider who flies with it. There’s the dragon who has shield plates all over itself, natural protection of bone you can’t slice through.” He continued to name several more, until finally she held up a hand and st

Still, it was better than falling off and turning into a human puddle. Jenny had grabbed my waist and Maurice and Claire fell against the dragon’s plates and held on as we banked hard. As we pulled out of the turn I looked towards the dragon’s head to see a small, plump redhead astride the dragon’s neck holding onto its long thin ears. I looked up at Hitokag expecting him to order the nearest Mezzik to grab her, but he just stared open-mouthed. “She is a Dragonrider.” None of them made a move to stop her. The dragon increased speed and I sat down and wedged my feet in place. The Mezzik were in formation behind the dragon, trying to keep up.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

"Like what?" Ever since Kade saved his dragon, his beast has formed a bound with the man. He imprinted accepting Kade as theirs, now he kind of obsesses over his mate and now both of them felt like shit for him not beliving in his mate. Now Kade just stood there looking in, clearly he was still bothered by him and that anger or disapointment is keeping him at a loss. "Dragon fire. it is believed apart from the welder, dragon fire will either denature the tough metal or command the chains resistance to break."

"Yes, my king." Standing from his throne, Toban walked towards the general. Gripping his black cape, Toban walked down the large steps to the small landing where the general stood. Adverting his gaze from Toban's, the young man continued. "That's not the only news I have." "Go on." Toban's voice echoed off the stone walls, causing the young man to lick his dry lips. "She is a Dragon Rider." Stopping in front of his general, Toban tilted his head. "She's a what?" He asked in shock.

The guards instantly snapped to attention, their hands dropping to the hilts of their longswords. ​"Halt! Who goes—" the lead guard started, but the words were cut short. ​I didn't give them a chance to finish. I channeled the volatile core of dragon energy directly into my palm, letting a dense, swirling mass of dark crimson and black flames manifest across my skin.

The arrow transformed into a blur of vibrating energy, like a spiraling comet cutting through the air with precision and grace. Caleb spun on his heels, his instincts screaming for movement, for escape. The forest becoming a blur as he propelled himself off the beaten path, each step Caleb took was fueled by adrenaline and the urgent need to distance himself from the creature. Brisk air whipped past him, sending a cool caress against his heated skin as the frantic thuds of his footsteps mingled with the distant sounds of the wolf’s.

Ember’s hands had gone in instinctual protection to cradle the evidence of her pregnancy and her eyes met his in shared distress. Salamen’s words had truth behind them, Samuel acknowledged to himself as he crossed to stand with Ember, putting his arm around her, but he would never let Ember know of it. “We dragons have had multiple births this season,” he told the assembled dragons. “More than every season preceding it for decades. Across multiple bloodlines. Ember is right. Whilst the corporeal forms of the Goddess and Gods have disappeared from our world, and their descendants are under attack, the fact that dragons are seeing an increase is a sign that we are meant to fight this. The time

James continued “I’ll give you a title. How does the Phoenix Dragon sound?” Little Sis nodded profusely, “T-Thank you, sir.” James looked at Wanderer and said, “How does the Wave Dragon sound?” Wanderer smiled awkwardly, “What an old-sounding name, but since the Dragon General personally gave me this title, I’ll keep it.” “Midnight Wind, you’ll be the Midnight Dragon from now on.” “Savage, you’ll be the Barbarian Dragon.” “Grim Reaper, you’ll be the Immortal Dragon.”