Dragons Era Novels & Stories

It did little to diminish the strength of the fire dragons though and the war endured for centuries more. "The end finally came with the discovery of cold iron, and the death of Kandra Black―the first queen of dragons and mate to the goddess Zahra." "Woah that sounds intense. So the dragons have mates like werewolves?" Diana asks. "Sort of. They get to pick their own mate and then they bind their souls together to make it official. It's pretty cool actually," I sigh. "So was that the first chapter?" "No that's just a little background at the beginning about the history of this world. It goes on for a little more talking about how later another war started but it's not as entertaining because

He knew even less about history or politic or laws. "Come on mortal you must know of the Dragons...." Erin shook her head and gestured with her hands. She pointed a finger up to the heavens. "They and the ancient leaders of Man came together longa ago. And because of what they did, all that you see here and all around you is possible!"

“The dragon wars depleted their race almost to extinction. The females of the race were long gone before that. That was why the wars began.” The rumors were that the dragons, desperate to breed, were taking females from the fae races, like the elves and fairies. Females with the magic to conceive a dragon heir. That is what Irrita means. The wars began as clans and kingdoms defended their women from being kidnapped and enslaved for breeding. She would know that history better than a Lycan. We had our own wars to deal with. The dragon girl circled the ground several times, examining her work as the demons and creatures fell and burned to death. She left no survivors. A single dragon took out

Rotten to the core. I believe Elzar is the oldest creature in the supernatural realm. King Saga was four hundred and fifty five, whilst queen Rebecca was a century younger. I myself was three decades younger than king Saga. Dragons did live a long time, the time limit for a dragon was eight hundred and fifty to nine hundred, some lucky ones lived longer, golden dragons also had a numerous years to live, no one really knows how long, but the last golden dragon died at one thousand six hundred and two and the first golden dragon past over two thousand.

It looks like a focused, concentrated drought. There hasn’t been a drought, a true drought, on the Emerald Coast in nearly a century. Not since my father destroyed the last sun dragon outpost. Some dragons, my father taught me, are just too dangerous, too powerful to exist in harmony with the rest. The sun dragons could only take, burn, and destroy. It was not in their nature to give. When they ruled the continent, the other dragons cowered in fear, afraid to challenge their might. My father led the great rebellion centuries before I was hatched that drove them away. In the centuries that followed, one by one he eliminated what survived. For the sake of all life on this continent, they neede

With every second that passed, microscopic fractures in my bones were sealed, and my muscle tissue was knitted back together with terrifying density, becoming harder and more resilient than steel. This was the core of the Dragon Cultivation Art—a brutal, unyielding cycle of destruction and rebirth designed to forge a mortal body into a divine weapon. ​Hours, or perhaps days, melted away in the timeless dark of the abyss. Time lost its meaning in a place untouched by the sun. ​Then, the heavy silence of the cavern was broken. ​A low, guttural growl echoed from the shadows of a nearby tunnel. The scent of fresh dragon flame—radiating faintly from my skin as my core adjusted to its new state—ha

My guess would be dragon, but I think their scales are bigger than this. I turn to the first page and mutter a curse word under my breath. I read the fancy curled letters with wide eyes. Dragons are one of the oldest shifters, dating back nearly 2,000 years. There used to be only four main classes of dragons, water, fire, air, and earth. But after several centuries, they evolved and split into multiple subtypes. Each main class has its own special abilities, strengths, and weaknesses. The most docile has always been the water dragon, while the most dangerous is the fire.

“Sister, you said that one day I’m going to be the Earl. When that happens, I’ll take good care of you and mother. If you want to go back home.” She smiled and patted his head. “You have really grown up. You’re becoming more sensible each day.” “Look at this picture. They believed in dragons too!” Milan was enthusiastically showing her the next page. It was one of those things that she would have quickly considered mythology after a glance, and perhaps praised the attention to detail of the artist who drew it, maybe she’d be fascinated about the stories presented in the footnotes too. But it’d end there. “Dragons, the reigning race in ancient time.The last dragons disappeared in the year II

THE LONGER the fight, the fire of madness will continue to rage higher, and it flames to the maximum of uncontrollable fight between two spawns of darkness. None of them are willing to give mercy nor chance to let one of them to live. Drakaina took two steps towards the pile of barrels where Kadita is hiding. Kadita is ready to launch her attack, but she waited more longer, she can’t risk her chance to live for Drakaina.

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.