Dragons Heroes Novels & Stories

​The voice did not use words, but the meaning crashed against my consciousness with the force of a tidal wave. The water around me boiled instantly, turning from freezing cold to scorching heat. A pair of colossal, glowing amber eyes opened in the abyssal dark above the basin, each eye larger than a carriage, burning with an unquenchable fire that illuminated towering scales of obsidian and gold. ​It was Ignis, the Dragon Emperor, sealed away in the darkest prison of the world for epochs. ​Instantly, the ancient beast released a fraction of its true aura, projecting a crushing wave of spiritual pressure designed to grind any intruder's mind into nothingness.

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.

New changes needed to be made and maybe this could one of them. Drake knew this new change, mixing the wolves and dragons, was dangerous. They both knew, but to live apart? It was too much. The new pack house would house both dragons and wolves with their bedroom on the upper floor. They would have to be careful of conflicts later on. Dragons and wolves had rival tempers.

After returning back after an hour, he found the Drake Hamilton, the most powerful and the richest Dragons alive, standing in front of his house with what smells like a coffee cup in his hand. He seems to be enjoying his morning coffee. "Mr Hamilton" Sean greeted the dragon respectfully. In the Dragon world, the orange dragons are considered as the royalty. the green dragons are most like their advisers and ministers. The red dragons are like soldiers. Sean knows the difference in their statures. So he greeted the dragon respectfully. Drake noticed the green dragon returning back from his work. "Sean" he greeted him as well. Sean walked towards Drake with slow measured steps. "I found a dead

"What?" Azalia couldn't believe her ears. Surely, she hadn't heard Melech right. "A dragony?" She repeated in a puzzled voice. "Nobody in their right mind would ride such a dangerous creature." Dragonies were small dragon-like creatures belonging to the Adom Kingdom. They were a dark orange colour, their wings and bodies covered with red scales strong enough to stop a blade. They were gorgeous but could breathe fire and had extremely sharp fangs and claws that could kill a man on the spot. Azalia would never dare approach one of those too close.

“King Sorin.” “Stand up Wynter. I know where your loyalties lay. Now let’s get these warriors in on the plan and get little Shae home.” For the first time vampires, wolves and dragons would fight together against a common enemy. Kings gathered together for the first time and it made me proud to know that we could all put our differences aside and fight together. “King Gideon, King Maxim, a welcome sight you two are.” I looked at Gideon who’s expression gave nothing away as he caught my gaze.

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.

To feel the pain of past victims and lose your mind and sanity on a moonless night where the night loses its Yang completely until you find your yeouiju. All the past incarnations of the Red Dragon who didn't get their yeouijus all died before turning twenty. Because of their New Moon rampages, the descendants of the Red Dragons are scarce compared to the other three. They all had white hair. Even the ones that did get their yeouiju, didn't all get happy endings. Some choose to live life as a human and forget about their purpose, others decide to live with ambition and turn out to be tyrants, psychopaths and some even commit suicide or killed. There are a total of two Red Dragons to ever exi

, 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.

Shrugging off his coat, Rio folded his legs underneath him and said, “Cypher says you have questions. You want to know things. I think the time for secrets is over. He’s going to come by tomorrow morning and I think he’ll tell you everything then. But what I can say is that Infinite and Mariposa are moving towards the point of no return, and we’re looking to build our numbers. The dragons flies under the radar, they have a huge member base, and we need some extra strength. So, Cypher called up the leader of the dragons and proposed an alliance.” “Can we trust the dragons?” Gianna asked. “More than you’d think,” Rio answered. “And they really proved themselves, getting to you. We wouldn’t hav