Fluid Gate Draconic Evolution Novels & Stories

Chapter Three – The Song of the Dragons (Fred’s POV) I had never seen anything like this before. Drake’s lair was a world of its own—vast, endless, and pulsing with power. The stone walls weren’t ordinary rock; they shimmered faintly, like veins of molten gold ran beneath the surface. Giant pillars stretched toward the ceiling, some carved with ancient symbols, others scarred by claw marks so deep I could only imagine the battles that caused them.

"Faster... Please...." Adrain realized his dragon had disappeared after coming inside Elysian, he mentally thanked them for that, he didn't want anyone to interfere with them, not even his Dragon. He slowly picked up his pace, moving faster every second still hitting Elysian' prostate repeatedly. Elysian let out soft moans at each thrust, letting out soft ah's every time Adrain's tip met her wall and prostate. Adrian groaned as he listened to Elysian's sexy soft moans, he definitely in love with her vocals.

a world of dragons. It was the night of the gala celebration of my company's expansion when my strange sightings became real and for the first time in a very long time... I felt scared; fear ...that emotion I never felt in over a decade now took control over me.. An emotion I had long forgotten to feel, now wrapped around me like a death shroud. I never thought one day I would meet a dragon, let alone become the mate of one... the last dragon prince was my mate. He entered my dreams first; deep seafoam eyes with hints of emerald and black invaded my dreams, claiming me.

Due to God implementing the ability of any living creatures to evolve to unbelievable heights, the animals naturally increased their capacity for psionic energy. The Draco, a creature that was originally just a glorified crocodile, currently has a soul that is slightly weaker than a weak soul. This was caused by its constant evolutions and interactions with David and Elizabeth. And after its 3rd evolution, its soul has awakened although in a limited way. Due to its inability to rationally think, the same way humans do, its ability to manipulate psionic energy is very limited. It mostly manifests itself in the ability to breathe or manipulate fire.

"We aren't here to negotiate a passage. We are here to break the line." Through the yellow fog ahead, the massive shape of the Draconian border station finally broke the dark. It was a monstrous, multi-tiered fortress carved directly into the heart of the subterranean mountain, its lower tiers reinforced with dark red copper plates that sizzled in the acid river. A towering, double-layered gate of solid volcanic glass and copper bars blocked the channel, guarded by a hundred Saurian Janissaries whose long-barreled magma weapons lit up the dark walls like a line of burning coals.

"This is it," whispered the Dragonkin, its voice filled with reverence. "The Gateway of Ancients." Sable approached the archway cautiously, almost holding her breath as she passed through it. On the other side, she found herself standing in a vast chamber, illuminated by the soft glow of bioluminescent mushrooms that clung to the walls and ceiling. The air hummed with a tangible energy, as if the very essence of the dragons lingered in this sacred space. Sable's heart raced with anticipation as she took in the breathtaking sight before her. In the center of the chamber stood a colossal statue—a magnificent dragon carved from the purest obsidian. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, re

Far above their heads, she could see the soldiers stationed along the top of the towering palace walls at equal intervals, their tiny forms barely larger than ants against a perfect backdrop of blue, blue sky. The enormous gate guardian’s thundering footsteps stopped, and its thick arms rose into the air. The stubby, finger-like appendages at the ends attached themselves to the depressed stone mass that filled the grand archway , and the solid stone wall that was the gate began to crumble. But instead of boulders tumbling down to the ground at will, the wall crumpled neatly toward the sides, its rocky pieces and slabs sliding sideways with a deafening grind. Anzi held her breath as the golem

“Hold on to that, Moonfire. Whatever you saw… don’t let it take you from me.” A pause. Then, I saw the end, Kilian. And I don’t know which one of us causes it. The bond pulsed once, painfully bright, before her presence dimmed — like the last flicker of light before dawn. Far away, Draven stood before the dark altar rising from the plains, its surface carved with symbols older than any pack. He placed his hand upon it, whispering words in a forgotten tongue. The stone pulsed faintly, answering. “The eclipse has opened the gate,” he murmured, eyes glinting. “Soon, the goddess will rise again… through her.”

Turning back towards the portal, she locked eyes with the griffin, a silent pact forming between them. With a shared look of trepidation and a mix of excitement, Evie and Liam walked hand-in-hand towards the swirling vortex. The griffin let out a triumphant screech, its wings unfurling majestically. Just as they stepped through the shimmering threshold, the portal pulsed with renewed energy, engulfing them in a blinding white light.

His first sight of the city gates confirmed that they had not been exaggerating. At first he simply took in the wonder. The massive gates were of highly polished timbers, strapped with ornate, heavy iron. The size alone made him realize that an immense amount of work had gone into their construction. What took his breath away, however, was that inset into each side of the gate was the image of a Dragon. Clearly representing the Guardians, the one on the left was composed of glittering quartz and pearl, scintillating in the growing daylight. He couldn’t begin to estimate the sheer amount of those elements were used to create the glorious silhouette. A flame of worked gold was inlaid issuing f