El Despertar Del Dragon Novels & Stories

Manolya’s POV I had absolutely no time to rest before another massive dragon emerged, appearing just as quickly as the last one had vanished back into the deep, dark rifts of the cracked lake. This new challenger was an immense earth dragon, its heavy scales rough, jagged, and a murky brown hue that perfectly resembled the rich, shifting layers of chatoyant-toned jasper. “I am Erald,” the earth dragon rumbled, its voice sounding like two tectonic plates grinding together in the dark. “The bedrock of these mountains, and you shall not pass until your spirit is weighed.”

She asks, looking around like this other dragon just happened to be around and the dragon that just hatched would be lost in the field's tall grass. "They are born as adults. The egg contains the magic that they form from, not their material bodies." Loras answers looking mesmerized at the unseen beauty above them. Astrid unconsciously rises her hand and in an instant, the newly born dragon stops in the air and looks at her. She smiles. Instead of pitch black like Dracos, this one is a dark shade of purple. So beautiful... The dragon flies closer to them and lands right in front of Astrid, holding its huge head so it can smell the tinny girl that continues to smile at it. It pushes the tips

At this point, she was sure the dragon was in control,but as suddenly as he changed, Drago came back to himself. “He will not hurt you,” he whispered in her ear,”he just wants to enjoy his mate.” “Mmm,” Madchen moaned and all her inhibitions dissipated like a mist into the night. Drago wasted no time as he sat up, and ripped his shirt off, revealing his perfectly toned abs and pecs.He pulled her up with him. They were chest to chest now,Madchen completely absorbed in the bliss that was Drago, her sexy onyx dragon. Suddenly, his lips claimed hers with a fiery passion, demanding entrance to her delicious mouth with his tongue. Madchen Allowed it, letting him lead as he explored her mouth. Soon

The Lung Dragon also called the Dragon of Discreet exhaled. “Before you ask how’s she a regressor, you should’ve asked how could a being like her knows where exactly the Dragon Nest is. That’s something not even the Immortals could distinguish. That alone make me believe indeed she was telling the truth all along in short the Dragon of Verity and Vilification acknowledged her.” The Dragon of Discreet groaned again, for the first time in billions of years, he was short of words. “… Seems like all hope was given to her.”

“No!” Kylie screamed as her eyelids fluttered open, her arm outstretched as though she was reaching for something that she could not attain. “Oh? Did I wake you up from a pleasant dream?” Delores, the woman who had saved her and brought her here, chuckled upon seeing Kylie’s actions. Kylie’s head whipped towards the direction of her voice. It was one that she remembered, and though she hadn’t seen Delores before, she was able to recognize her as the woman who had saved her from the dragon.

We soon reached a sleeping dragon, he was enormous. Dynaris approached the sleeping dragon, her footsteps echoing off the cavern walls. As she drew closer, the dragon's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her with a piercing gaze. Dynaris stood tall, her voice clear and steady. "I mean you no harm, noble dragon. I'm on a quest to reclaim the ancient dragon throne." The dragon's gaze narrowed, his voice low and rumbling. "Many have come before you, seeking to claim the throne. But few have succeeded. Are you prepared to face the trials that lie ahead?" Dynaris nodded, her determination evident. "I'm ready.”

“I need to make sure everyone is alright. You two will be okay?” “Yes, love. Go see to your Alpha duties,” Sarai confirmed. With a nod, Visenya scurried off to do just that. She had never in her life experienced such a massive earthquake before and prayed to the Moon Goddess that nobody was seriously injured. ——— Deep beneath the rubble of what was once the Dragon’s fortress, miles below the surface, a young dragon stirred from his induced slumber. The earth trembled violently around him, causing the rocks that entombed him to shift. After a decade of dormancy, fresh air finally reached his lungs, dispelling the black zaphynite that had kept him comatose.

In this world, he was an Orc—green-skinned, tusked, and wearing the leather apron of the Beast Keeper. "Mistress!" Oryn shouted, scrambling up. "Bad news!" "What is it, Oryn?" Vespera yelled over the shaking earth. "The surge!" Oryn pointed to the melted vault. "It acted like a defibrillator! We woke the sleeper!" A massive, scaled head the size of a carriage pushed through the broken vault. Its eyes were burning gold. Its nostrils exhaled smoke that smelled of sulfur and ancient rage. The Dragon of the North. It looked at Vespera. It looked at Cyprian.

"This is exactly what I wanted." In the silence of the bedroom, amid the torn sheets and our mingled breath, a new truth emerges. Alessandro lit the fuse. But it was us, Mike and me, who chose to let it all explode. The predator still lurks outside. But here, in the shadows, a dragon has awakened. And I am the only one with the power to ride it… or be incinerated by its breath.

But the first dragon, instead of leaving, nudged another awake, eyes locked on mine—a silent vow of companionship made manifest. “I won’t leave any of you behind,” I assured them, my voice firm with promise as I unlocked more cages. The air shimmered as the ice-blue dragon awakened, an ethereal beauty with scales like the heart of winter. It moved with surprising grace, joining its companion before fixing its gaze on the remaining cages with determination of its own.