Dragons Of Berk Race To The Edge Novels & Stories

The clatter was loud, banging through the hall and echoing off the stones, thundering in the small space between us. Everything clicked back into place and I heard a low growl. I didn't think, I just moved. I turned ready to run. I knew, at that moment, that I couldn't be caught. Dracula had been angry enough at me, but there was something else in his voice, a warning. And now, I was face to face with two dragons, two dragons who knew that I had overheard their secrets. Two dragons that were planning something dangerous, something bad. Two dragons that didn't seem to care about the rules.

Wynter giggled. We ate breakfast and Wynter seemed like himself. Echo slept a lot and Abeloth said that’s what baby dragons needed to do, they grew when they slept. I had called the Elders of Florida to inform them that Wynter had merged with his dragon and they outright laughed at me.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

Her head span as she fought to keep her eyes open, blinking back black spot, all the while wondering what could have brought on the feeling. Two Dragons appeared out of nowhere, fighting each other in midair. Teeth and claws slashing and biting, while shooting green lightning and red fireballs. Catori laid on the freezing ground, shivering, staring at the sky. She watched while the two beasts clashed. Seeming to move impossibly fast, unaware of her down below, watching them. They disappeared just as quickly as they appeared, forgetting that they weren’t to be seen out in the open with the potential of exposing themselves to the humans.

I’m finally at peace. When I stop struggling, the beast loosens his grip. The dragon flies over the trees and out of reach from the wolf pack. We catch the attention of the five dragons attacking the pack. One tries to swipe at me but hits the red dragon. The red dragon screeches at them. I watch with tears as the pack is burned to the ground. Though I hated living there, I didn’t want this.

His head moved to bow to me too, and I raced to return the gesture before moving forward. The same happened when I passed by Ryle—the smoky violet dragon, Rohan—the flaming red dragon, Aldric—the desert orange beast, Egan—the ochre behemoth, Elvira—with her white scales, and the twins, Kelan and Declan—proud of their metallic blue shade. They were all beautiful beasts I had the pleasure of knowing. They were all deadly too. Very deadly. I certainly don’t want to cross them in the future. I was so engrossed with their generous treatment that I only noticed the path to the stage already on the water. I was past the shoreline now and I was surrounded with water on both sides.

Derek, having studied the dragon's behavior, shared his knowledge of the creature's vulnerabilities. Marcus, his wounds still fresh, channeled the rage within him, focusing his werewolf strength. With their plan in place, the trio launched their assault once again. Edna chanted the ancient spell, invoking the forces of nature to bind the dragon's wings, rendering it temporarily flightless. Derek seized the opportunity, striking with calculated precision, targeting the creature's vulnerable joints and causing it to falter. But the dragon fought back, unleashing its fury in a final attempt to overpower its adversaries. Its massive tail thrashed, narrowly missing Edna as she rolled away. The gr

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

As my gaze was fixed on hideous war that was happening in front of me, I saw that King Sargon who was commanding his soldiers to attack Dragons was about to get smashed under pile of big rocks that were about to fall down from broken Tower of Prince Edmund castle… Seeing this without keeping any other thought in my mind I stood up from my hiding place and ran crazily towards King Sargon…… It was too chaotic… I heard Tara and Albert shouting out my name loud from behind however I was determined to save King Sargon after seeing his life in danger… I ran faster and faster than my usually speed…… alongside I kept peeking on broken tower rocks which were about to fall down…. unfortunately I was

“I heard they were. They’ve never been seen by anyone, but they had to be there. Look at the edge, it’s sharp enough to cut steel. No smith in the dragon kingdom is equipped with this kind of skill.” “Did they disappear along with the Orcs?” Leila was reminded of the tales of a terrible race. “Even earlier. The ancient battles wouldn’t have been as horrifying as they were if the dragons had assistance from the Dwarfs.” Ben ran to a pile of leather-bound books, “Look! A Rumored History of The Dwarves.” He blew off the dust and handed it to Leila. “I got these from the deepest end of the Castle Library.” “You can read it first, if you’re keen to see its contents.” Leila gave Ben a look of aff