Fate Rider Dragon Novels & Stories

I stroked his snout, trying to steady my racing heart. “Just remember the choreography, old friend,” I murmured. “No improvising today, alright? We need to be perfect.” “I find your lack of faith… predictable,” Vermithor’s voice rumbled deep inside my mind, a warm, amused sound. “We are always perfect, little rider.” A booming voice over the loudspeakers announced the start of the Dragon Rider Exhibition, listing the names of the four pairs participating: Freya and Ignis, Ryan and Pyre, Dylan and Glaze, and…

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Dude #2 yelled back suddenly. “Guys, we have no choice, we either do this or die when we go home, and if we run.. he’ll find us” dude#3 said. Unable to handle the truth of what awaits them, he started walking away from the other guys. ‘Sapphire, what are these guys?’ I asked my dragon, uncertain of their different scents. ‘That’s a delta dragon, gamma dragon and warrior dragon. That gamma dragon is the highest ranking one, deltas are like healers and warriors are obviously warriors,’ she laughed at me, making my fists clenched slightly.

Kailo shifts quickly, his clothes ripping, and his body increasing in size. In seconds, Kailo becomes a large orange-red dragon, with a muscular form and short, powerful wings. “He’s not a Fury,” I mutter in realization. One of the guards nods. “Lyza and her uncle are the only Fury dragons that anyone knows of.” I hear a cry and see Lyza on her hands and knees. Her face is twisted in pain as her bones move and rearrange themselves. Her skin slowly becomes black and scaled, and her limbs bend into clawed feet.

I shut my eyes again and the creatures repeat. "Ghërla." When I open them the light's colour's changed to gold. And another dragon is already standing in the hallway. An even larger and more ferocious one than the previous one. Is this .. really...a dragon? They exist? I didn't know they come in different colours. I glance at the creatures, and they are also observing this wonder erupt, through the globe. Even without saying anything, I can tell how excited they all are. What's so special about this anyway? I really can't tell...

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

My eyes flickered over to Charlotte as she tossed her ebony hair over her shoulders. Her dragon was just as strong as she was stubborn, I was glad that she was a member of the flock. She looked at me as she pushed her bangs away from her forehead, before her green eyes scanned the area. Kingston, her partner, moved closer to Louis. The young dragon was good at sensing other's emotions. “Thank you for flying with me, whatever happens tonight. I will return.” I said, the small group was quiet as I spoke before Louis nodded. They needed to know that there was a chance that I may not be returning with them, I hoped my plan would work.

The warlord stood. He was taller than she'd expected. Broader, too. Built like a creature shaped for war, but moved like he could vanish and strike in the same breath. As a child, she had often wondered what a dragon might look like in human skin—a question whispered between old books and nursery rhymes, half-believing it was myth. But if you ever did see one, it was said to be the last sight your eyes would know. And now, here he was: terrifyingly real, terrifyingly calm. A dragon made flesh. And he was looking at her like she was already burning. "You are Sera of House Vaelir," he said, descending toward her with deliberate, predator-slow steps.

A warrior bold, on fiery steed, with a horse of valor, matching speed. Fearless heart, riding to the sky, facing the dragon, eye to eye. Lance of light, a piercing blade, through the heart, a choice well made. Souls set free from dragon’s core, released into the twilight’s lore. Dragon bones now at their rest, buried where none would dare invest. No one to find or resurrect, in the underworld, a dragon’s quest. The terror, once a farmer’s dread, now lies still in eternal rest. Akyaka’s heart, now light and free, the dragon’s tale, a bedtime yarn to be.”

His words had Liana raising an eyebrow when he said getting back will be faster in dragon for. 'I guess we'll just have to find out.' I shrugged and got on, ignoring Liana's bitchy comments and how much she hates flying. Tyrone's dragon is a beautiful black dragon with blood-red eyes, whereas Killian's is white. I wonder what beef they have going on but I shake my head. Now is not the time for that, Valerie. Now focus.