El Despertar Del Dragon Novels & Stories

Elara counted silently. One. Two. Five. Eight. Twelve. There were dragons everywhere. Some circled overhead while others descended to the forest floor, their eyes fixed on the clearing. No one attacked. No one spoke. They watched. The black dragon looked at Elara again. “The awakening has begun.” “What awakening?” she asked. “The return of our kind.” Verath stepped forward. “The dragons were hidden.” The black dragon’s gaze moved toward him. “We were sleeping.” “Why?” Silence settled briefly.

A deafening crack split the air. Lyra’s gaze snapped upward just in time to see the ancient structure shudder, its stone crumbling, its walls splitting apart. And from its depths, something moved. A shape burst free from the ruins - a monstrous, winged form, rising into the storm-dark sky. Its wings unfurled, blotting out the stars, its scales reflecting the crimson lightning flashing around it. Ekreth. The dragon had awoken. A roar tore through the battlefield, shaking the ground beneath them. The storm raged above, red lightning striking the ruined castle as Ekreth soared higher, his massive form illuminated against the black sky.

Each hand holding a different cursed weapon. It looked directly at me. And grinned. “KYLA!” Edric shouted through the link. “Hold position—we’re coming to you.” “We?” I demanded. “The Dragon’s awake.” Oh, thank the gods. Because without her, we were seconds from falling. I didn’t hesitate. I let the storm rise in me again, lightning curling up my spine, wind spiraling from my fingertips. My body ached, my mind burned, but I stood at the edge of the balcony, screaming into the chaos below—

“Let’s not waste time pretending this is a misunderstanding.” Darion swallows. “You don’t understand what Malrec is offering,” he says hoarsely. I stop directly in front of him. “No,” I reply. “I understand perfectly.” His eyes brighten slightly, as though he believes he has found a sliver of sympathy. “Then you must see reason. Dragons ruling both realms again, restoring our rightful dominance—” My fist strikes him before he finishes the sentence. The crack of bone against flesh echoes sharply through the chamber. Darion slumps forward against the chains, blood spilling from his mouth.

**Demi** Cheering and applause awoke me from my sleep. Where am I? I roll over and see a red light flickering outside the unfamiliar window. “What is that?” I hear someone say. Then a voice I know all too well answered. “It’s Alpha prince Ryder!” Fear overtook me and my heart felt like it was in my throat as I threw the covers off me and quickly stumbled out of bed. The cheers grew louder. I grew more and more impatient as It took me far too long to find the front door. I finally found it and tore it open. Dawn was barely upon us as I frantically ran outside. I searched the crowd, desperate to find my mate, my Ryder. Has something happened to him? It was only now that I remember that I was a

A prison of glass and stone crafted in power to crush the weak and underprivileged. As I watch the countryside burn and the people flee, I feel incredible sadness. The meek should not have to suffer for the actions of the mighty. "Who started the fire, My Love?" I ask, unable to take my eyes off of the flames. "We did, Carnelia. We wanted to see it burn." _____ "Primus!" The name comes to my lips as I spring awake. For some reason, I understood that was the name of the dragon in my dream, the green one, my mate.

The man let out a string of ambiguous syllables before Elena could say anything else. He moved his other hand beside his body and fumbled on the snowed ground, and then he moved his eyelids and slowly opened his eyes. Elena saw a pair of dark blue eyes, and the color was very clear. It reminded Elena of Ethan. Elena then knew for sure he was a dragon. And considering her history with Lennie, she’d rather stay away from dragons. “Great,” she said with a frown, “Now you are awake. We can leave.”

The legends didn't do him justice - the Dragon God was even more beautiful in person. Staring at him, I could tell that beneath his perfect exterior, there lies a hidden strength just waiting to be unleashed. The Dragon God’s eyes glowed with a fierce crimson red, and his cropped black hair moved as if blown by the wind. The spikes along his fingers and arms appeared sharp and menacing, but he seemed like he could retract them with ease. If it weren't for the black pants he had on, he would have been fully nude, his muscular torso with the finest of hairs on full display.

The stone on Leila’s neck was shining brightly. She appeared from a mist of shadow and dust. Thorn saw her clearly in the reflection of the radiant crystals. She was an enormous white dragon with fabulous blue veins crawling all over her body like the tissue inside a jellyfish. He could feel his own body shattered by her awakening as if a beam of light had shot right into his dragon soul. He could feel her every emotion. “Mother Dragon!” Ula exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joyful tears, “You're awake! Finally! I’ve waited for this moment for too long.” But Mother Dragon didn’t pause for her, instead, she flew past her, creating a gush of water that flooded forwards.

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.