Dragons Rescue Riders Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I knew immediately that it was one of the three dragons I hadn’t met and because of her scent, I knew it was the fire dragon. We’d all been told that there was only one possible way to save these dragons. If any of us identified them as a mate, we were to try and claim them as their riders were dying, giving them a new reason to live. We all know it’s not a foolproof plan. The only one who has done this before is Ancalagon, but it’s worth a try if it saves these dragons. I’d just turned to find her when the earth had dropped out from underneath me. I shifted and began scrambling along with the other wolves who had been patrolling this side of the Academy. As the trench opened up, I could fee

Drake chuckled and replied, “Well, it is considered a trial by the gods to raise the perfect dragon warriors. If you can't overcome your first shift then you won't survive long in the competitive dragon kingdom” “Hmmm, so what was your first shift like?” she asked, eyeing what he was doing. She had to admit that their misunderstanding had helped them understand each other better and they were more comfortable around each other. These days all Elaina did was get ready every morning and go to the dungeon, she would spend the entire day there and Drake never complained. In fact, he looked forward to it and enjoyed her company. They talked about anything, their plans and themselves. Elaina got t

I had forgotten how beautiful this place is. “uh, well, shit. I didn’t think this totally through.” Drake voiced. “What do you mean?” I replied “I don’t think I should be here Ryder.” Before I could respond my father’s, giant dragon form drops from the sky with an earthshattering boom. The ground shakes beneath us, and I move to hold onto Demi, so she doesn’t fall. My father’s dragon roars, and fire erupts from his giant mouth. I grab Demi and push her to the left as Drake moves to the right, narrowly escaping the flame.

"Who the hell do you think you are a girl?" Glaring at him, my hand tightened around the dagger. "You dare torture a symbol of our hope?" I hissed. Laughing, the guard turned to a few other men that had gathered. "I'll say my question again." Leaning closer, his breath fanned over my face. "Who the hell... do you think you are, girl?" Raising the dagger to his throat, I felt anger seep into my veins. My body started to tingle as my vision became clearer. "I am Abagail Stone. Dragon Rider of Aurora." Pushing the blade closer to his throat, I watched his eyes move to my left.

Still, it was better than falling off and turning into a human puddle. Jenny had grabbed my waist and Maurice and Claire fell against the dragon’s plates and held on as we banked hard. As we pulled out of the turn I looked towards the dragon’s head to see a small, plump redhead astride the dragon’s neck holding onto its long thin ears. I looked up at Hitokag expecting him to order the nearest Mezzik to grab her, but he just stared open-mouthed. “She is a Dragonrider.” None of them made a move to stop her. The dragon increased speed and I sat down and wedged my feet in place. The Mezzik were in formation behind the dragon, trying to keep up.

I quietly speak, feeling a sharp pain in my throat thinking about the loss I will have to deal with forever. “We’re ready Dad!” Rhys calls out as he settles himself in front of us, like he has done this hundreds of times, which he probably has. “It’s ok to be nervous, most people who ride a dragon get scared or freak out,” Rhys looks back at us with a big smile when Draig begins to walk away from the buildings and moves his wings in one big smooth motion lifting us from the ground. “Oh my god, I apologize now if I throw up,” Eya holds onto Ryder while covering her mouth and holding Anarchy tighter as the rest of us laugh at her.

She said that if I was willing to give my life for her, then she was willing to give her life and love to me. She and I have talked a lot about the small white dragon that the others were torturing, trying to get him to submit. Now that I understand more about what that means to a dragon, I believe that he had already submitted to his rider. I can’t know for sure, but the beautiful, multi-colored dragon seemed to be the most possessive of him, so I’m assuming that she was his rider.

Axel caught her, but she shoved him back, panting. “Don’t touch me!” she gasped. “It’s pulling at me and it wants me to go to them.” From the storm, lightning slammed into the earth, ripping up stone. The Moonburn Riders arrived just in time, surrounding the cottage as Raven, Axel and Malrik walked out. The clash was immediate. Steel against fang, magic against claw. Malrik shifted his arm into dragon-scale, hurling fire through the gale. Axel ripped into rogues, a blur of fang and fury.

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.

A girl beside me nudged me, whispering, "I saw Marina on the way here, bolting toward the back hills. She ignored everyone. Is she ditching this?" Her words hit me like a stone. It looked like my dear sister, Marina Hughes, was back from our past life, too. She was racing to the hills, likely to chase her dream of becoming a queen. Before I could respond, thunder rumbled outside, dark clouds swallowing the sky. The world dimmed, and red-robed figures descended. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized them from my past life. These were dragon clan envoys, here to offer wedding gifts.