Dragonsteel Prime Audiobook Novels & Stories

"...a mighty dragon, scales shining like stars, ruled the land with wisdom and kindness." Cathryn leaned in, a smile on her lips. Lucine, Rosalind, Tristan, and Athena listened, entranced, as the throne room transformed into a realm of wonder. Ember's laughter echoed, her tiny hands waving. "More, Grandfather! More!" Orion's eyes twinkled, his voice weaving a spell of enchantment. "Ah, but the best tales are yet to come, little one..." Orion's voice grew more animated, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "In the heart of the dragon's kingdom, a magnificent city shimmered with crystal spires and gemstone streets. The dragon, named Elyrian, possessed a secret: its scales held the memories of t

“I am starting to believe you are a spy from the Emperor.” “You mistake me, my friend,” Estevan shook his head, holding his chest, “I am a chronicler … well, not for now. But I’ll become one someday after I finish my first book. It’s called the Way of Dragons. As it happens, we chroniclers travel a lot just to gather stories, facts, and histories. But for the most part, we explore and discover all things about the world from our own experiences. But I must say, I’m very fortunate to have real dragons in front of me to whom I can ask questions. You see, I have been formulating many theories about you … and guess what I just found out—one of them is just proven today. Dragons can talk indeed!”

I struck the blow in a perfect diagonal arc directly onto the Dragon’s right arm, just below the shoulder armored in golden scales. The impact did not bounce off. The Primordial Phoenix fire—the ancestral counterpart designed to purify and subdue celestial beings—melted the golden metal and sliced through the draconic muscle as if it were butter under a red-hot iron. The Great Emperor’s arm, still clutching the magma pike, was torn from his torso in a torrential rain of caustic golden blood that hissed upon touching the living rock. The tyrant let out a scream of agony so deafening that it shook the walls of the entire capital. He staggered back five steps, clutching his smoking stump with h

However, everything changed before he could strike. A deafening roar split the night. Not one but multiple. The sound reverberated through the burning estate, through the very bones of everyone present. Two massive forms burst through the smoke and flames. Dragons. Both enormous, radiating raw, primal power. One had scales of deep bronze, catching the firelight in a way that made them look molten. The other's scales shimmered with hues of dark amber, almost appearing black in the shadows. They didn't hesitate and launched themselves at Aetherion.

"Hey. It's going to be okay. I've been exactly where you are. I spent my life thinking I was human, but then I met Grigori and learned I was a Thunderbird. My whole life got turned on its head." "What's a Thunderbird?" Piper wiped her eyes, curiosity outweighing her confusion. "Sort of like a phoenix," Madelyn explained. "A mythical bird that can kill dragons. It summons storms and can create sonic booms with its wings." "Wait, you kill dragons?" Madelyn bit her lip and nodded. "They're supposed to be my mortal enemy. It's a long story, but being with Grigori changed the way I saw things. And being a part of the Barinov family It's amazing. You won't regret being mated to Mikhail. Change thi

Dimitri informs. “But your daughter is a Silver Dragon, silver doesn’t harm you,” says Elder Katla. “True Katla, but you forget that Maliyah was given Malayah’s ability to shift into a wolf. Maliyah is now a dragon and wolf. We didn’t realize silver would affect her now, but obviously it does,” says mom. “So rogues and hunters are working together, but why,” asks Alpha Ghalen. “That is a question I want answered as well,” says dad.

"Dragons really dig treasure?" "All the tales that I have studied indicated it to be such, so I arranged for this small donation to be brought here," the new man said. "Small donation? You could pay off the national debt with what's in that nest." "But that would hardly be as interesting," the man replied. "So you are the infamous Shamira Stapleton of the house of Stapleton, current incarnation of Shadow Wing." The man bowed gracefully. "It is indeed an honor." When his head came back up, his gaze was instantly drawn back to the slumbering dragon. "How long does it sleep? Is it true that it was born telepathic? How --"

Classes are on hold for now while we prepare. That night, like every night for the past several weeks, I sit in my room with Yhen and I pick up The Great Clash. It’s the third time I’ve read it. The first time, I dragged my way through it, but as things have heated up with the bad elves, I wanted to read it again. I found new things the second time and then again, as I’m reading it for the third time, I find something that I missed the first two times. “Yhen, there’s no mention of dragons in The Great Clash,” I say frowning.

Max stepped in front of me, facing Dragon directly, and said, "She will not go with you alone. I am coming too." "Humans are not allowed inside!" Dragon challenged. I took a deep breath and calmed down a bit before finally speaking. I wasn’t afraid of Dragon anymore, but I was worried about him knowing about my children and that they were his. I pushed the thought aside and said impatiently, "Max is coming with me, or I won’t go back!" Dragon did not utter a single word; he left with the wind, dressed in a blue suit matching the color of his eyes. He still exuded strength and had become even more captivating.

This child was sensible. He was easy on me during pregnancy and birth. It felt like a miracle. When I saw the soft, red bundle, I thought I was dreaming. Elio hadn't stopped smiling since the moment our child was born. He'd wandered half his life, never imagining a family. Now his wish was granted. Word of the dragon heir spread through the clan. This time, it was a true royal, red as tradition demanded. The Dragon King beamed, finally making peace with Elio.