Druig Mythology Novels & Stories

"Adriano what are you-" "I had my suspicions from the start." Stefanos interrupted. "From the day Wraya informed me he spied a Dragon temple in the midst of the forest, where the people of Elixie come to worship. It had me thinking, why was a Kingdom of Werewolves, under the Moon Goddess, worshipping Dragons? More power? Yes that is it. More power. More than the Moon Goddess could ever give you. But do you know what the Moon Goddess can also do?"

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

She was pleading, almost demanding. I sat for a second not wanting to stop talking about this. “Ok, look, I'll make a deal with you,” she was looking at me with an adorable pleading look. “Ok, I'm listening.” “If you take me out of this house, I will tell you about Dru, an immortal woman who is a champion of the Gods.” I looked at her quizzically as this struck my interest. “Ok, you have my attention.” I stood and extended my elbow to her, “Shall I whisk you away, M’lady?”

I say. “I had no idea,” Flavius responds. “Alira plays a major part in dragon culture. Anyways back to the story, I was going to tell,” I laugh at myself for getting distracted. He nods, urging me to continue. "Thousands of years ago, before dragons or humans walked the Earth, there was a goddess, Alira. Alira was the goddess of war, fire, and wrath. Though she was powerful, she was also lonely and jealous; many of the other gods had created their own races to live on earth, such as the fae and the elves. Alira wanted the creation of her own. Thus, she made dragons. She was very proud of her creation, as the dragons were everything that the other races were and more; they were beautiful, str

Neither school is far from the manor and as far as I can tell Lorie enjoys our walk as much as I do. I walk briskly towards the university after dropping off Lorie. There are several souls that linger around the town of Draphend and on my walks to the university they smile politely at me and give me a knowing nod. Although I can see souls most other people or creatures can't unless the soul wants to be seen and that is usually under rare circumstances. There will be the occasional dark soul that lingers but the light souls usually help disperse the darkness and they either move on to their next life peacefully or linger here helping to keep the balance.

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

Even though I had heard tales of the Dragon God my whole life, nothing could have prepared me for the sight of him. In my mind, he takes the form of a massive black dragon with shimmering scales and a striking orange mane. My mind's eye conjures up an image of the Dragon God's eyes, capable of transforming any living creature into a lifeless statue, and his breath, hot enough to reduce even the strongest of men to a pile of ashes. It's dawning on me now that what I once thought was real was nothing but an illusion. It's possible that he's an immortal being with abilities beyond my wildest dreams, capable of transforming into a dragon at will.

I asked. “Old,” Iris said without looking back. “The druids were here from the beginning, just like how dragons are old magic. So are they. They are not a civilization. They are a continuation.” “A continuation of what?” “Of the earth itself.” We walked for what felt like hours. The tunnel twisted, branched, descended further into the mountain than should have been possible without ending up in the planet’s core. The air changed as we went deeper, growing warmer, thicker, carrying the scent of living things even though we were buried under stone.

she asked, not wanting to believe it was possible, but she didn’t see any alternative either, what with the dragon being gone and having not taken off from the mountain behind him. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he said, folding his arms across his muscular chest again. “I’m Slate Everclaw. I come from a long line of shifter dragons. We used to occupy the land where your kingdom and the other eleven are now located, before we were robbed of our most precious treasure, one that allowed my people to withstand the human threats that were slowly encroaching on our lands. Without the gem, my kind cannot transform without the moon in the sky. So… we were forced to take to the mountains. We

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.