Enderdragon Novels & Stories

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

Terran threw his head back in dramatic exhaustion, “or I swear to Gerber daisies I’m going to take this moment from you and tell them myself.” “You’re no fun,” I scowled at him, “fine. She’s mated to Mountain, who also goes by Rian, and is… a Dragon.” “Come again?” Alderic piped in. “Dragon. It’s this gross lizard-looking thing with wings. You know, all ‘I breathe fire’.” “Good Gardenia’s Nixon, they know what a Dragon is… although the way you described him was-” “Accurate,” I nodded my head in agreement.

It displayed two colored streaks of lightning circling the globe where one was blue and the other red. Carter pointed to the red one. "This is the new trace we got from the original speedrealm energy which has been reacting at unstable level unlike the normal speedrealm energy." "So, what does this have to do with the 'speedster killer' ?" "I'm getting to that." Carter went on.

I didn't realize how angry my Dad was until I spoke out loud. "Young lady, this is not "cool", they could be dangerous and vicious animals." My dad growled out. I rolled my eyes yet again and turned my focus again to the TV which now had Gerald Brandt stepping out behind the podium and into a more spacious area. Gerald Brandt is a dragon shifter.

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

Hearing this from a commoner, he turned his neck to take one quick look at his soldier, Cyprus and then back to the dragons. "Dragons! My name is Nathan Blackmark and I am the last one to sit on the throne. I promise you the blood of our loved ones won't be wasted. I am not going to lie to you all...but I had a qualm about my first cousin, Nixer. And as we all know that he's been imprisoned in the castle of Dire valley."

“I doubt that. I’m so sorry to disappoint you, Princess. But your understanding of the dragon and all that he does is far from correct.” Nya couldn’t believe her ears. Nor could she trust the man in front of her. “And how the hell do you know?” she demanded. “Who are you? Some sort of a… dragon expert?” “Yes,” he said, his face completely serious now. “I am some sort of a dragon expert, particularly when it comes to this specific dragon.” Nya placed her free hand on her hip, coming completely out of her defensive stance. “And who are you exactly? You know who I am, after all. What’s your name? Who are you?” she repeated.

This time Alexander curiosity was finally piqued as he raised his eyebrows and both of them gave Ash questioning looks. "So what's the full note all about, Ash?" "First off, a Donna is a title. The Donna bears a high rank in the Balck Wolf Clan world. Or maybe, just as what you said. This Donna might be the mole in the Clan. And, the note doesn't end there." Ash grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table. It was a piece of note where the handwriting was too similar. As if it was a part of the mysterious note.

The lions stood waiting for her command. With a single word, 'move', spoken in her high-pitched voice, the lions departed, roaring as they left. "Is this real or am I dreaming, Aether?" Eryndor whispered to his eagle, which was still flying overhead. The woman's gaze narrowed slightly at the mention of the eagle's name. "What's your name, gentleman?" she asked curtly. "Eryndor Maxwell," he replied. "What brings you here?" she asked, her tone sceptical.