Hielochiim Dragon Adventures Novels & Stories

Her lips curve into a smile, eyes bright. It is Alfred, next, whose shoulders sag with relief so intense one might taste it. They are roars, he realizes, as the sounds draw closer. “What is that noise,” Duchess Clair asks sharply in the frozen room. Darla stands, as does Alfred. “It is your daughter, Duchess,” she laughs. “Lady Alcina, the dragonlord. Stormbringer.” * * * * * * * * * * The dragons land with twin roars, making the ground beneath them shake with the weight of their descent.

Mother's face reddened as she yelled. "The supposedly last female dragon was to come to our tribe that day to mate with another. It was to help produce a female, which your father and I were against from the beginning; it was all a farce. There never was a female dragon to give to Hildago. Once Adam broke the 'fake news' about a 'fake female dragon' being gifted to Hildago, he went berserk. Adam went as far as having spells planted on a smaller dragon tribe to go rogue, until they were wiped out by our tribe. Innocent dragons, Creed!" Mother pulled her hair.

Wind buffeted them, and Rurik stared across the Moscow skyline, searching for the building Charlotte was being held in. The hunters stumbled back as the massive flat roof suddenly got crowded. Three great dragons landed just yards away from them. They ranged in color from blue, to white, to green, their clawed feet scraping against the concrete. "Holy shit," Meg gasped. Rurik laughed. "The blue dragon is Grigori, the green dragon is Mikhail, and the white dragon is Piper, Mikhail's wife. Tie your gear to their legs. Anything you can't hold on to during flight." He glanced at Meg, who stared in awe at the snow-white dragon that was Piper. She reached up to touch her, and Piper bumped her hand

The bare-branched trees won’t serve as a proper cover for anything and then I look up in the sky… My breath hitches when I see the white dragon, An arctic dragon, ethereal and lithe as it flies not too high up. Its shadow covers me momentarily. I stand there mesmerised as I watch it fly for some time with a strangely thudding heart. The afternoon rays of the sun reflect on its snowy white form, making the greyish-white wings look veiny and almost translucent and making it look more majestic. An arctic dragon is as rare as a basilisk. I feel my heart lodge in my throat when the beast slightly tilts its head, its beady black eyes meet mine. Its gaze narrows slightly before it veers and begins

I thought I saw a tail slithering in the darkness and I blinked again to try and clear my mind. I watched as the echoes made it hard to distinguish where the sounds were coming from and I could swear I heard something whisper Chase’s name. He had heard it too and he peered into the darkness. “Show yourself beast,” Chase commanded sounding a bit like Lucas. “Are you afraid boy?” the dragon hissed. “I’m not afraid of you beast,” Chase said and I almost laughed. “Your wish is my command,” the beast said. I saw the movement from behind the throne as the dragon lunged and merged with him. Chase’s eyes widened and then he screamed clawing at his skin. He went down to his knees and he kept screamin

The blazing fire dragon continued to attack, until was satisfied, and decided to check on Chaos as the enormous amount of smoke all around the biome slowly dissipated… There was nothing but lava! The moment the blazing fire dragon realized what Chaos was doing it was too late! Chaos emerged right from below the dragon, as he used the Tunneler Skill to make a tunnel underground before the last miasma barrier were to break down, sneakily reaching the blazing fire dragon while leaving it foolishly attack the same spot until its mana was almost gone! Chaos' powerful spear-shaped stinger tail reached the blazing fire dragon, impaling him from the back all the way up to its skull, piercing its bra

Our victory was not only a triumph over the Demon lord but also a testament to the strength of the human spirit. From that day forward, I vowed to continue my journey as a protector of the realm, ensuring that the shadows of fear and darkness would never again cast their long shadows over our land. And then, in a flash of blinding light, everything went black. I awoke to find myself in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by a group of mysterious figures. "Welcome, Rex, prince of the Dragon calm" What brings you here? " one of them spoke, their voice filled with ancient wisdom. "You have entered the realm of the lost dragons, a dimension trapped between worlds. To escape, you must prove your wort

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.

Rachelle leaned over from the stairwell with a pistol in one hand. A loud fwump signaled Spitfire’s entrance. The tiny orange dragon zipped past my head like a bottle rocket, landed on a zombie’s face, and promptly ignited. The creature howled—or tried to—before collapsing into a smoking heap, twitching. I duly noted that p’ckit dragons have fire breath. Of course they would. Dragons, right? Mitch crouched near the fireplace with a hatchet in hand. As a zombie made it through the side door, Mitch stood and swung once, neatly removing the thing’s head in a spray of dust and black ichor. The body twitched, then collapsed like wet laundry.

Chapter 61 The new dragon blocked the corridor his mixed crimson and obsidian scales gleaming with an unnatural sheen that made my stomach twist. He was taller than both Draven and Vaelor with sharp ridges along his shoulders and eyes that glowed a deep violet. His gaze raked over my exposed body taking in my heavy leaking breasts my soft round belly and the way my thick thighs pressed together in fear and exhaustion. I pulled the torn robe tighter around my curves but it did little to hide the milk still dripping down my skin or the plump curves that had drawn so much dangerous attention.