Ender Dragon Novels & Stories

Kylie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all, Delores was speaking of dragons, beings that were so powerful that their mere presence in her world was enough to tip the scales of war. A dragon was not something that could be easily ignored, and she doubted that the entire world of Beastmen put together could even put up a fight when faced with a dragon. Besides, one of the greatest Beastmen clans had a dragon as their descendants; yet Delores was referring to them like she did insects.

He doesn't say anything, just meets his eyes before they flicker above Jesse’s head to where Iandor is returning. "This is him." Jesse is definitely amazed at the sight of the lizard in Iandor’s hands, skin a bright, mint green with orange stripes over his belly. The artist in him feels inspired. "He is the coolest lizard I've ever seen," he tells Iandor honestly. Iandor grins at his answer, gently running a little finger over Drago's back. "He's a panther iguana. He's my best friend." His heart feels like it's about to burst. "I can tell. He looks like he loves you a lot a lot."

hearing the quality words of her lord, Ingrid moved her delicate hands towards Zark and hugged him. She is Ingrid, guardian of the library and custodian of the deep areas of the castle, she is a Young Sky Mithryl Imperial True Dragon. Although Damenburg Castle is inhabited by peculiar beings, Ingrid is one of the rarest inhabitants of all, not only that, there is possibly no other Dragonic specimen similar to Ingrid. Firstly, Ingrid is a dragon of perfect complex essence, half Sky Dragon and half Mithryl Dragon, with all the strengths of these two types of dragon, but with none of her weaknesses.

His pupils grew round and full, like a bird of prey watching a mouse. What was Spencer? What had I gotten myself into? I should have just stayed home and confronted Nolan and my sister. If I had it would suck, but I wouldn’t be about to be possibly murdered by someone who might not be human. A rumbling growl came from deep in Spencer’s chest and he leaned back slightly on his barstool. Watching me with those eerie looking eyes. “I’m a dragon.” The words were raspy and didn’t sound human. It was almost a growl, but not quiet, something animalistic. A warning.

I handed her my phone, and she took it in her hands and placed it in her cross-body freckled bag that suited her look perfectly. "Don't be scared, Love... I might look rough, but my dragon adores you," I said, cupping her cheek, and taking a step back, shifting into my magnificent beast. Yes, I was an earth dragon, but unlike my brothers, I was also a gifted dragon, just like Adam. Adam was the Emerald dragon, while I, Urien Dragnoir, had the Onyx dragon. A pure black beast. Elisa gasped and then ran her hand over my snout, and my dragon melted into her, and then huffed, lowering his head.

Aurora was a strange woman, she muttered a few confusing things from time to time, she remembered hearing her say the word and asking what she meant but she would never say. What could her mother be up to? “I know what Drákos stratiótis means… it's an ancient Greek word in dragon texts, it means Dragon soldier. Your mother must have known a dragon soldier” “A dragon soldier? What does that mean?” she asked in confusion. Drake hesitated before saying, “Dragon soldier means exactly what the name implies, They are dragons born to be soldiers for the clan. Dragons are mostly born into their roles and they are created by the flame goddess to bear the characteristics that are unique to them. It's

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp