Grimmel Dragons Novels & Stories

I warn. As Flavius continues farther into the room, the SpitFires begin to crowd him, taking in his scent. These dragons, though small compared to me, are the size of large horses. Their tails flicker back and forth as they continue to sniff him. Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest.

Malrec. The name burns through my thoughts. Of course it is him. The bond pulses again. This time the fear inside it spikes. Not fear for herself. Fear for me. I bare my teeth. Too late for that. The ridge where the seam bends into the mountains appears beneath us moments later. And chaos explodes into view. Dragons. Too many. Several dozen circle the valley in violent spirals of wings and fire. Some are mine. Most are not. Malrec’s faction has arrived.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

assistant"> At last, the entrance of Valhalla was left empty—only I remained, along with the mechanically reorganizing soldiers. A group of small skeletal dragons emerged from the perch platforms above, diving toward the bushes in the lower right. A faint, still-not-fully-ominous green glow from the young dragons flickered in a rhythmic pattern. They seemed to be surrounding something, growling in low voices. Curious as I passed by, I walked toward them—and faintly saw a golden glimmer. Once I could see it clearly, I couldn’t help but rub my eyes. I hadn’t been mistaken: it was a four-winged golden dragon.

This time,I smirk and my dragon chuckles excited to unleash. I step out of the cage and they all focus on me. “Come at me bitches.” I smile as I feel the fire lick at my skin. “Whenever you're ready little one” my dragon rasps. I wait until they are close and together,then “Now.” Flames shoot out and burn them whole,turning them to ashes in a second. I have never directed my flame at any living thing before,so I'm pretty amazed by how they burn out quickly,but then again,the flames my dragon breaths Isn't ordinary. I've always know that.

Several of the dragons step out, Orsid, Toddre, Qeddryn, and Ronnon among them. “Dragons,” Samlael says, giving them a formal bow. “You are all most welcome here.” He opens the gate, and everyone begins to get back into the vans. Since mine is closer to the end of the line, I wait beside Samlael. If I hadn’t, I never would have seen it. Samlael has been watching the dragons passing with avid attention. But as one van, in particular, passes, his entire body goes rigid. I look up and see one of the single dragon females staring at him wide-eyed.

He looked it over and smiled at Terry, "Welcome to the Black Dragon guild. I'm glad we were able to add two new members today." Hearing the guild's name, Terry looked slightly offended, "Why is your guild called the black dragon guild? Dragons are much stronger than humans in every way. Aren't you afraid of offending a dragon that might be passing by?" The man chuckled lightly, "Of course, we're not worried about dragons, they never leave their territory, and when they do, it's normally to visit Grancia or Welas. So why would a dragon come here? But I'm sure if a dragon did come here and start causing trouble, all our guild members combined could take it down, so there's no reason to worry."

She was ready she just had to convince herself. “We will move in the next few hours. Peggy should be back and Ryan should be done wrestling with Avalon.” Dominic sighed. He was starting to hate being around dragons. They darn near squished them in the jeep, not to mention the now hidden bite mark’s that where magically healed from the last battle. He was a strong guy but no match against a dragon. He wished he was agile like Brandon’s brothers. “I hope he is okay.” Rosalie spoke quietly. Drezic just chuckled.

Bella does not doubt that these twelve people are dragons. But they look like goons, with dirty clothes and greasy hair. Their teeth are yellow and almost all of them are missing a tooth or two. "Who are they?" Bella asked the goddess. "They are like the thieves of the dark realm. We call them bandits. They will do almost anything for money. Their dragons are not powerful, but their human body is. If they wanted to attack a village, they will release a gas-like thing, which will not allow the dragons in the village to shift from their human self to a dragon. These Bandits take that as an advantage and will attack the village when they become vulnerable after breathing in the gas" the goddess

The Nanny started muttering, looking under the covers and in the wardrobe, but the mischievous child couldn't be found anywhere. "Lady Lisbeth will have my head if I've lost the little shite again, Ragnar!" The heavyset woman left the room, deciding to try the library, hoping she'd have more luck there. As soon as the door closed, the ceiling shimmered, and the golden dragonling landed lightly on the floor. Ragnar Delgaard was a confident child. Despite the war that raged on between Dragons and werewolves, he would still venture outside to play in the orchards or breathe in fresh air-much to his mother's dismay. Today he had a sneakier objective in mind.