Dragons Era Novels & Stories

Dragomir was shocked, “What clues?” She handed him her pad, and he read through it. “I went to the library and I found out something, a human kingdom where dragons are welcomed…” “Deleria”, they said together. Her eyes widened. “Every dragon knows about Deleria, it is the first place rogue dragons seek refuge”, he explained, “However after the war, they were left in ruins. The other human kingdoms attacked them and took their possessions as spoils…” “What better place to safeguard a stone than amongst humans…”

, he replied gravely. The confirmation did not surprise me. However, things were not adding up. Usually, she-dragons would go into heat once she found her mate. Dragons went into heat only once a year and their pregnancies were longer than those of all shifters – 12 months in fact. However, unlike most creatures, including humans, they only started showing in month nine and fully developed a dragon child in the last three months. Now, Emma was a daughter of the First Human too, and there were no shifters like her, none like her and her brother existed before. So, all we know about dragons, especially she-dragons and their reproductive cycles, may or may not apply to her.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

As soon as my tail crosses the threshold, it slides shut with a solid hiss, sealing us into a dim chamber. As I take my first deep, shuddering breath, I am instantly reminded of my father’s throne room near the end of his life. My father had been over 800 years old at the time of his death–a ghastly age for most dragons. I myself am only 167, at my physical prime, and still young by dragonish standards. My mate, Carnelia, is around 80 years old–an adult, but more equivalent to a human teenager in development–Dragons live exceptionally long lives, especially those of us from the most noble bloodlines.

“That is why all twenty-one Keepers must arrive and leave alive. Because if they don't, if the conclave becomes a slaughter then the council wins.” Maerin’s voice dropped. “And the dragons?” Althea looked toward the open sky where clouds covered the stars. “Then the dragons finish what they started.” Maerin shuddered. Althea didn’t blame her. Even Dawlya who hated draynor still feared the sheer inevitability of them. Dragons did not need subtlety. They didn’t need manipulation or secret geometry. Their power was blunt, absolute, and ancient. If the council forced another strike like the one over Ashbarrie if they tried to puppet Sereth again the dragons would not negotiate. They would erase.

Which means she has begun to understand what she is. I stand alone on the ridge overlooking the valley where our temporary encampment lies hidden among broken stone. Smoke from the cooking fires coils lazily into the pale morning sky. Below, a dozen dragons move about their preparations—sharpening blades, testing armor, whispering among themselves in tones meant to carry no further than the wind. Fewer than we once were. Far fewer. The war against the fae broke more than kingdoms. It broke certainty. It broke pride. It broke the belief that dragons alone were meant to rule.

I say. “I had no idea,” Flavius responds. “Alira plays a major part in dragon culture. Anyways back to the story, I was going to tell,” I laugh at myself for getting distracted. He nods, urging me to continue. "Thousands of years ago, before dragons or humans walked the Earth, there was a goddess, Alira. Alira was the goddess of war, fire, and wrath. Though she was powerful, she was also lonely and jealous; many of the other gods had created their own races to live on earth, such as the fae and the elves. Alira wanted the creation of her own. Thus, she made dragons. She was very proud of her creation, as the dragons were everything that the other races were and more; they were beautiful, str

The Kingdom of Laera, known as the Home of the Knights, Slayer of the Dragons, the Archenemy of the Dragonae Kingdom. The kingdom set quite a reputation in the world of Elantro, one that was set apart from all kingdoms. The abundant food and water with the endless flow of magic in its nature made the world think the Laera Kingdom was the chosen one of the Fates. This was the very reason why the dragons from the Dragonae Kingdom wanted to take hold of Laera. However, after centuries of fighting over the land, they still failed.

"Wow, that sounds cool! But how long do dragons live for exactly?" "We can live from 1000 to 1500 years old. The oldest dragon in history lived to be nearly 1700." "That's really old!" 'So I'm probably going to live for over 1000 years! I'm gonna be around for a really long time...' I kept looking at the other pets in the window, and as I looked, I saw what looked like an average cat, but as I kept looking, I saw it had two tails and two ears. As I kept looking, I noticed the glass reflecting the buildings behind me. When I looked at the reflection, I saw what looked like Dan hiding between the two buildings.