Dragons Heroes Novels & Stories

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

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

“O Dragon of all Dragons. Awaken the Great Dragons from your deep slumber. I call you all the dragons of Magica. From the water, the land, the air. Ruler of animate and inanimate beings. For the Awakening of the Dragons and the future of Magica. I, Draco, the last Dragon King, summons you to rise and expel all demons from Magica! For Glory!” The Heart of Magic throbbed as if to answer Draco's call. The golden-colored heart flowed golden energy in the form of pillars of light that shot violently into the sky. The golden light broke out from above the sky in all directions like a meteor shower that shot fast and was emitting more and more light.

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

It's a beautiful sight. "Wow," Arianna lips hung. Brigid cleared her throat continuing to read. "Pyrrhos, by contrast, was a realm of fire and might, governed by the Dragon Goddess Drakora. Her chosen, the Ouroboros, bore crescent marks on their necks, with silver hair and eyes as bright as molten flames. These warriors commanded the power of fire, bonded to majestic dragons who soared through blazing skies.” Arianna heart stopped. What the hell?!

“You whore your women to us to breed dragon descendants? Did you, Vallezarii of Arlankis, really think we will give our blood so freely?” Vallezarii wiped his index finger against his jaw thoughtfully and with a small smile on his face. “Ah, so the rumors are true. Dragon blood. Dragon descendants. Regrettably, I am forced to refute your claim. The Baryns are dragons, the Kronos are dragons, what else? Even the dogs and slaves are dragons too?” Laughter erupted from the audience. Vallezarii laughed making a big show of spreading his arms as though awaiting a logical answer to his mockery.

Alaric stood up instantly. His eyes revealed his shock as he turned to Mariah and grabbed her hand. “Mariah,” he called, his voice shaky, “is it true? Do you carry an egg?” “Huh?” Mariah and Asher asked at the same time. “What do you mean, egg?” Asher asked. “We dragons lay eggs,” Helios answered. “Huh?” Asher and Mariah asked again, sharing a look with each other and turning to the people with them.

"I’ll lead them back, but you have to keep your promise too." Rozi, with tears welling up in her eyes, said, "I assure you, though I’m a member of the Abioyes, I only kill evil dragons." "You’re from the Abioye family?" Dracheon exclaimed in shock, "In that case, I can’t let you go. All three hundred and five dragons from the Dagahras died at the hands of the Abioyes. Only three of us brothers are left. Revenge is ours to claim." Dracheon lunged at Rozi, ready to fight to the death, completely forgetting the earlier agreement.

Henry fired a few more bolts that all hit Murdok and Rori couldn’t stand by and watch her stepfather kill the man that saved her life and the lives of so many others. Rori wiggled out from the grip of the enormous dragon and as she lunged in front of Murdok’s mighty snout, the dragon opened his enormous mouth and released a title wave of fire and smoldering heat. Rori was not afraid of Murdok or his fire, and rather than try to shield herself from either attack, she put her hands out in front of her and willed the dragon’s fire to overtake Henry.