Dragons Heroes Novels & Stories

Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios. The Weredragons, too, drew him into their fiery domain. Born of the same sun deity, their essence was forged in the crucible of intense ether, granting them the awe-inspiring ability to spew forth torrents of fire. Leading this formidable clan is the figure known as the Dragon king who presides over their fiery realm.

asked Chezzal, as he turned to look at his mate, dreamily, from the bed. Brishor gazed at the snow-covered mountains of his kingdom in the far distance. Dim lights still illuminated the small mansions that dotted the hills against hard and unrelenting snow. Dragons were not a large population, just a little over ten thousand. They remained hidden in their realm, which provided them with everything. King Brishor Oighir had ruled for over a thousand years and it was not until two hundred years back that he had found his first mate, General Chezzal. He knew that he had one more mate, a female who would carry their child.

"I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty." He squeezed a little too hard, but I managed to hold back a grimace. I looked to the other two boys and they were grinning too. Sarn assisted me up and we all shook hands. Laryn spoke after introductions were concluded. "So what's this bowing shit you keep speaking of? We're all dragons; we bow to no one." I realized he had no idea who I was. "The royal silver dragons are the mightiest dragons in all the realms."

The dragon beat its wings up and down and was soon zooming towards her, moving so fast for its voluminous size. Down on the streets below, people held their phones up high, watching the insane sight and completely taken aback that they failed to notice Hermes standing among them, also looking up as Viper and Elektris began to engage in a battle for the ages. The dragon made its move. It part its jaws and a stream of white lightning cut across the sky towards Viper who turned and darted away with her newly acquired ability of flight. She activated the power of the Ultimate Speedverse, using all three Heralds at once, whacking the dragon with bolts of lightning that came at it like whips. The

She remembered the information that was delivered directly by Hisoka in a second. “In The Unknown… truth be told… the dragons are the pinnacle of magic power. Not a lion as what they believed or a wingsman. It is a dragon race.” First raised her hand. “Speak.” “Did you mean the lion isn’t as strong as we believe?” Hisoka snorted. “Sure, if that can keep you sleeping better at night.” He was cynical. The lions weren’t weak either. She got it. He didn’t have to be cynical about it, though. She munched the air bitterly.

Kiri smiled, a little impressed she knew, “They take the main form of whatever non-dragon race the parent is, with a skill of their parent dragon. They became rare as dragons started to lose interest in the other races, and once the dragonkin mated again, some offspring did not even look dragon-touched, but some took on the form of drakken.” “Grub hears scary lady is scared of lizard,” Grub said loudly, drawing everyone’s attention. He was holding a shiny silver-bladed dagger that had an ornate golden hilt with strange runes etched into, with a wrapped leather pommel and was twirling it around while he spoke. Everyone burst out laughing except Grub, Kiri included, “F**k, that has to be the b

"Long ago, Dragon existed... But how did they come into existence. There was a war, between two king's... The war was never ending, both sides were equally strong and had great Warriors. In a bid to end the war, one of the king's... King Gerald decided to seek help from a sorcerer. The sorcerer casted a spell on the warriors of the kingdom and that spell turned them into dragons by day and men by night. With the help of the spell, the war came to an end with king Gerald winning of course. The dragon's flew back home, happy to meet with their wives and kids.... eager for the spell to be broken, but a grave news awaited them. The sorcerer had died leaving no clue as to how the spell could be b

153 The war did not end with fanfare. It ended with exhaustion. For three days the Draynor remained on the Dawlya homeworld not as conquerors, not as occupiers but as healers. Dragons stood beside Dawlya menders in shattered streets. Wing Corp medics stabilized crushed ribs and cauterized ruptured veins. The Veilkeepers rotated shifts, guarding defectors, watching for retaliation, and quietly earning the wary stares of a people who had been told for centuries that dragons were monsters.

Aurora was a strange woman, she muttered a few confusing things from time to time, she remembered hearing her say the word and asking what she meant but she would never say. What could her mother be up to? “I know what Drákos stratiótis means… it's an ancient Greek word in dragon texts, it means Dragon soldier. Your mother must have known a dragon soldier” “A dragon soldier? What does that mean?” she asked in confusion. Drake hesitated before saying, “Dragon soldier means exactly what the name implies, They are dragons born to be soldiers for the clan. Dragons are mostly born into their roles and they are created by the flame goddess to bear the characteristics that are unique to them. It's

She's my best friend and she's a water dragon. Nymphe hugs Ryan and cries. - I'm so grateful to you and happy. You succeeded where I failed. You saved Hanna. - Nymphe, you couldn't have done anything. I was the one who was silly. I never should have believed that a horse would appear out of nowhere on this island. Nymphe kissed Ryan's flushed cheek and back two feet. - These are Dalkor and Valdar, they are fire dragons and they are a couple. Ryan is surprised, they are both men. He smiled with a slight bow.