Eastern Dragon Novels & Stories

He lunged toward the balcony doors, his body tense, his scent turning violently hostile as he caught a fresh, terrifying note in the spring wind. It didn't smell of brine, and it didn't smell of gold. It smelled of burnt feathers, ozone, and the distinct, suffocating musk of giant reptilian beasts. Through the spring mist rising over the eastern river bend, a massive, shadows-draped fleet was breaking the perimeter watch-runes. They weren't low-profile iron leviathans, and they weren't silk-sailed galleys. These were towering, multi-decked war-barges forged from dark red copper, their prows shaped like roaring, winged lizards. And flying from the central mast of the lead flagship was the bla

Therefore, Shadow would be grateful for every help she could collect. “Do you know where their last base is?” Malikul perked up. “Last time I checked, they were near the Eastern continent.” “Eastern continent?” “Near the Dragon Lair,” Ya’acub answered with ease. "None of them ever interact with the dragons. They stayed there for a couple of days before scrambling away with injuries." Dragon Lair was the dragon’s country which was located near the Philippines. If the lion tribe, wolf tribe, wingsman clan, tiger tribe, cat tribe, and feather clan were located near Indonesia, Brunei, and Malaysia, the dragon’s country was just next to them.

Things must have gotten worse, I can sense it in the air. It all began when we first heard of movement in the east more than a decade ago and the whispers of the rise of a Dragon King. The rumours are more than true. Not one, but two Kings rose from earth and with them, the rebirth of a race that we thought had died out long ago came to be. A species that are far more ruthless and powerful than us werewolves. “Things are getting worse, Niko, you know that,” Mom says quietly. “I have invited someone into our kingdom to try to solve the issues on our eastern borders,” Dad says quietly, gripping his fork and knife tightly.

“Mm, I'm not sure. How about you check the Varanus language dictionary?” The continent of Varanus, or the East Continent, was a continent that was said to have been inhabited by dragons in ancient times. If in Euclase there were only two famous dragons, namely the dragon from the North and the Dragon from the South, on the East Continent, countless mighty dragons were ruling the land. The Euclase Imperial Family was a family that was said to have the blood of the Dragon from the South, while the Dragon from the North had always been in seclusion in the icy mountains that were now inhabited by the Antarcticite clan.

"They say it lives deep in the caldera, untouched by time. A massive creature. A dragon, essentially." "They say its scales are blacker than coal, and when it flies, it blots out the moon," Freya continued, her eyes glittering in the firelight. "And it only responds to one thing: pure, ancient bloodline magic. That it was the original binder, drawn to a kind of kinship." I was stone cold sober now, despite the liquor sloshing in my gut. Kinship. Bloodline. Easton had just used those exact words earlier. He was doing this on purpose. He was trying to test the waters, to see how we reacted to the idea.

Above the collar of his dark dress shirt, I could see tattoos of strange dark runes peaking out along his pale skin. The man beside him had shaggy chocolate brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. A red and plaid shirt stretched tightly over his broad shoulders. I didn’t need to see his face to know who he was. My throat tightened and my heart raced in my chest. What was my boss from Moonlight doing in a dragon’s lair? Lucian let out a low growl and I knew that he was feeling my panic. Drake shifted on the couch, slowly turning to face me. His eyes widened and I looked down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

He raised his gaze, eyes burning with fury “How could I hold back when I saw the hand that dared to strike my Lord? How could I hold back when I saw the hand that was etched in the blood of my brother before my eyes?” “How can you be sure that it was him?” Cornelius asked, still not convinced. He knew for a fact that having a tattoo was ingrained in the east kingdom culture, especially for soldiers who have sworn loyalty. “No one has the yin-yang dragon with a pearl lodged in its mouth,” Leal’s eyes narrowed with fierce confidence “The pearl is not tattooed, it is lodged in his hand.And it is the one of the six famed heavenly night pearl.” “Dragon is a symbol of imperial power in the East.”

It resonated directly inside their souls—ancient, arrogant, and overwhelmingly powerful. The silver liquid in the pool began to swirl, rising into the air to form the shape of a colossal Eastern Dragon. It wasn't flesh and blood; it was a spiritual projection of pure, primordial Qi. Its whiskers drifted in the heavy air, and its eyes burned like twin suns. "A beast of the mortal dirt," the Dragon spirit sneered, looking down at Caleb and his Pack. "Stinking of void-metal and artificial fire. You dare to dirty the Dragon’s Cradle with your presence? You seek the tears of the World Tree?"

However, the Storm Brothers didn’t move a muscle. “What are they waiting for?” I asked. “Waiting for someone,” Wilt gritted his teeth, “perhaps reinforcement.” Suddenly, a monstrous roar thundered in the air, followed by a squall that almost swept our feet. An eastern dragon appeared, floating and slithering over the Storm Brothers. “That’s Cao Xu,” Raja said. “He’s huge,” Brock gasped as the gang trembled at his immense size. The dragon brave was big enough to wrap around an entire jumbo jet.

Overall Lana’s dragon was a beautiful petite dragon. Adonis' dragon had a copper base color with dark green accent scales peeking out underneath the top layer of copper in certain areas. His tail, talons, and body size were all mostly in comparison with Draven but just a tad smaller. Harris quickly looked forward when he felt Draven begin to descend. A small cottage tucked close to the mountain on the north side came into view.