Enderdragon Novels & Stories

There’s one door that is shut, that door leads up to the bedroom. "This is my home, there's only one bedroom so ma'am you take my bedroom and Suki and I will stay in the living room." He picks up the small dog which is circling around his leg. "It's cute." She says looking at the dog. "Yeah she's Suki, she's a great companion." He says kissing the dog. She smiles and slowly sits on the couch holding her head. There is a hammering pain in her head, maybe it is because of all the stress and crying. "Do you have a headache?" He puts the dog down. "No um.. yeah a little bit." She looks up at him. "Okay you sit here I will be back." He walks away and disappears in the kitchen area.

The Pavilion had a few aristocrats roaming around, but not to the extent that they'll bother looking at him padding his way towards the fountain with a statue of a dragon in the middle, spouting water from it's mouth. The fountain was painted in white, as well as the dragon, making the water appear as though it ripples with sparkles.

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.”

A line of torches flared at the enemy front, and Eryndor’s massive form stepped forward, human now—silver hair plastered to his face, his bare chest marked with scars and old runes. He raised his voice, booming across the valley. “Kaelen Drazmir! You hide behind walls like a coward king!” Kaelen’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. Eryndor’s grin was all teeth. “You’ve sheltered what is mine. Send her out, and I will grant your wolves mercy.” Serenya’s breath caught. “Mine,” she whispered, the word tasting like ash. Kaelen leaned over the battlements. “Mercy?” His voice carried easily over the storm. “You wouldn’t know the word if it clawed your throat out.”

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

Cayd asks. “What do you know of it,” the man in front of him growls. “Perhaps we can sit down and talk. There’s a lot for us to discuss,” I say. “Come on, Orsid. Let’s talk to them. Three of them are dragons, one is related to Ronnon. Perhaps these two are related to our clan members, also. The wolf is obviously protecting his mate. He hasn’t shown any aggression at all. I’m Toddre. That’s Orsid, as I said, and that’s Norrin. He’s also a Drache. The other two are Ddraigs, as you might have guessed,” the man in front of me says.

One moonlit night, as Sable rested by a crackling campfire, a flicker of movement caught her attention from the corners of her eyes . She turned her head sharply, her senses heightened, and caught sight of a pair of glowing amber eyes peering at her from the underbrush. A shiver ran down her spine as she recognized the presence of a Dragonkin, a creature known for its stealth and cunning. "Who's there?" Sable called out, her voice steady despite the unease bubbling within her. The figure emerged slowly, revealing itself to be a young Dragonkin with scales as dark as midnight. Its snakelike tail swished back and forth, reflecting the glimmers of moonlight that filtered through the dense canop

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.

The dual element wielder gathered her magic to her feet letting her stand firmly on the ground despite the shaking of the earth. When the dragon emerged from the forest, Sophia was beyond awestruck. The only dragons she had ever met was Elijah and Gregory. And yet they were tiny compared to this one. Where Elijah was black and the epitome of darkness and fire itself, this dragon’s scales were elegant and shimmering in gold under the rays of the sun. It halted a few feet in front of her with its golden eyes seemed to bore into her soul. ‘Lady Sophia Laera,” a male voice boomed coming from the dragon.

The gentleman takes a deep breath and exhales with a loud sigh, “Well, since you have this half-breed here, I guess I will help you out.” We looked at him confused, “How could you tell that she’s a half-breed?” Ares asked. “Because I am the infamous Draco Pendragon. I can spot a fae when I see one. Half-breed or not. She is fae and I am immune to the influence she was just attempting to use on me.”