Fanfiction Harry Potter Dragon Rider Novels & Stories

Mia knew that the reincarnation of The legendary mage would soon appear, after all she had been present when Freya, who was her childhood friend, had given birth to the reincarnation of the golden dragon. Only, the golden dragon had a biological mother and father who were both powerful dragons, unlike Cassy who had appeared from nowhere, and when Dylan who was Freya's soul mate had seen the tattoo of the golden dragon on his son's right wrist, he had immediately gotten rid of all the witnesses of his birth and he had asked her to protect their son.

Drake reassured with a small smile. Elaina nodded in understanding and kept trying. After sometime Drake got an idea and he reached out to take the harp from her, “How about we take a little break and learn something new?” He suggested. Elaina frowned a little but let him take the harp. “What do you mean?” Drake picked up the ancient book and handed it to her before saying, “We have never really gone through this book properly, aside from the ritual and recitations, there is some written history of dragons in it. Take your mind off music for now and let's learn something new”

I feel the substance lift from within me and come out through my mouth. I feel him first,his rage twinning with mine,as flames lick at my skin like a lover. “Hello little one.” My dragon's voice rings in my ear.

orr" He paused in the middle then continued... "Maybe a Cerberus? Haha. If you are a dog then that would be great!" "Haha! Hahahahhaha!" His imagination was filled with dark thoughts! 'I want to be a hero! If this is a dragon then I'm going to become a dragon rider! If this is a phoenix then I could forever! If this is a dog then I will be a dog rider!' To him, a dragon is the strongest creature while the Phoenix is the existence that had never been found. That says a Phoenix could live forever!

“Elara, no child can tame a dragon. Dragons are rare. Most people never even see one.” Liora crossed her arms and looked at Auren with disdain. “And how old is this child? Why is he so small?” “Elara, even if you are angry with Lucian, you should have raised his child properly. You cannot neglect him like this.” “My son is not Lucian’s child.” I looked at them coldly. “He can ride dragons because his father is Kael Drakon, the Supreme Dragonlord.” “And I am Kael Drakon’s wife.”

"If the girl does not have the stomach for wild game, we can have the servants bring her a bowl of warm water and grain." "You did not send game," I said, leaning forward. The dragon runes on my forearms burned bright amber. The sheer heat radiating from my skin made the silk around her sleeves crinkle. "You sent dragon-root," I told her, making sure every word reached the back row of the hall. "You took the herb mountain hunters use to slow down mad drakes, ground it into powder, and mixed it into the pan drippings." A sharp murmur rippled through the warlords below.

I just watched. Lycan Alpha Zephyr stared at her for a while before speaking. His voice was low but I heard every word he spoke. “You should know that having my attention on you is never a good thing," Lycan Alpha Zephyr said to her before placing a hand on the snort of the dragon. The beast's eyes widened before it gave a loud roar that sounded more like a screech before it took to the air, throwing off its riders. “What did you do?! What did you do to my girl?!!" The dragon rider yelled at him for a while but Lycan Alpha Zephyr said nothing to him as he headed for Lorraine.

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang

Lucian remained silent, staring up at the ceiling with an indistinct expression on his face. "May I ask you a question?" Visenya inquired. "Yes," he replied. "The dragon that Lazarus spoke of... the one who lost her mind. What happened to her?" Visenya asked, her curiosity evident in her tone. Lucian let out a weary sigh, "She was the complement of a Dragon Lord eons ago. When he discovered her on his eighteenth birthday, she was merely fifteen years old. The Dragon Council decided it would be best to wait until she turned eighteen before carrying out the Unification Ritual. However, a few days before her eighteenth birthday, someone maliciously poisoned her by placing black zaphynite partic