Hanzo Dragons Novels & Stories

I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. “They trained me with my elemental powers when I was little. They are like family to me.” Ember says. “Oh.” I turn to face them. “I’m sorry, forgive my harsh intentions, I am Damian Morningstar.” I shake their hands. “I am Hanzo. The former Ghost of Tsushima turned fire elemental.” My eyes widened. “Ghost of Tsushima? The samurai warrior that fended off the Mongol invasion of Japan all by himself?” I asked. I’ve heard of the legend of the lone samurai warrior that rose from the dead to defend his home but I’d never have thought I would meet him!

I asked with wide eyes. "Have read the stories of Dragons?" Azian began calmly, he didn’t seem to be too bothered, his fingers casually running through my hair, “tales of Big fire breathing leviathans that destroy towns and leave nothing. Mad dragons, those some even called Wicked, Greedy… "he finished slowly. My eyebrows furrowed, what had this got to do with Legion? What had happened to him?

"But this will be the end, Elijah. I will have avenged my family and can move forward with my plans. A deep roar echoed around them. Sophia’s mouth dropped when she saw an enormous dragon, made of lightning, emerge from the clouds and position itself next to Jackson. Its size was unimaginable; the younger Anderson was a speck compared to it. The blue lightning of its form cracked dangerously. Sophia cursed as she lifted herself up, trying to run for Elijah. "Die!" he shouted as he directed the dragon towards Elijah.

Hanzo said in his stern voice, I don’t know why but I itched to question him “Aren’t you afraid that we can spill your secret to world…?” There was a long pause after I said this, Mr. Hanzo stopped in his activity and bored his eyes deep in me and then shifted his eyes to Draco… “I am also not willing to create any trouble with a DRAGON SHIFTER……. and definitely not with a FIRE DRAGON…..” Mr Hanzo said blankly…. there was visible hesitation and fear in his eyes for Draco. Draco on other hand was looking at him coldly; a unknown silence fell among them for couple of heartbeats.

“The Duchess is right. It just reminded me of Imugi. It really looks like a creature that wants to become a dragon, and is in the final stage of becoming a true dragon…” Harriet was silent for a moment and looked at Zaha who was helping her climb this rocky plateau. “Have you ever seen a dragon, Your Highness?” Zaha looked at her, confused. "Ah. I am a dragon myself, Duchess. Just like your Emperor and your Crown Prince.” The two of them blinked at each other. Just then, suddenly a Wyvern was hurtling towards them and was about to swing its tail to attack them, but Zaha with an incredible speed had swung his sleeve at the Wyvern.

As her dragon glided along warm currents, tracking Ragnar's mate, she looked up from the valleys below and beheld a breathtaking sight. In the distance flew a gigantic white dragon, her crests were tinged a dusky pink, and Titan felt she'd never seen a beast so beautiful. This must be the Queen's dragon. Beating her wings to lessen the distance between them, Titan had to put real effort in to catch up, and she was puffing before she reached the Queen's tail. There she noticed the real struggle taking place.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

Many would surrender. Kohl whipped his tail around and sent five boars into the approaching enemy. His father did the same, but more Tryn crashed over their fallen comrades. Their short, black leather wings unable to lift themselves more than a few feet from the ground. They were half the size of dragons and stood hunched over at about seven feet tall. Skin darker than the night and red glowing eyes as they scampered closer. “Go!” Kohl shouted. His father ignored him and threw another pig, then blasted the trees with his dragon fire to make them tumble and crush on top of several of the enemy.

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

He spun around, angrily stalking over to his dresser and pulling out a pair of sweats and a hoodie before coming back over to me. “I like your fire, sweet Andreena. But remember that I’m a dragon and only one of us will get burned by it, and dragons do not burn.” He growled, handing me the hoodie. I swallowed hard, nodding as he loomed over me. Slipping on the hoodie before I took the pants and slipped them on, too. Spencer came closer to me, moving his hands up to the front of the hoodie. He gripped the fabric in his hands and hauled my face close to his.