How To Survive As A Terminally-ill Dragon Novel Novels & Stories

I whisper to him as his eyes widen. “Since your body is already withering away because it didn’t get enough of our blood, you will just waste away. You will be surrounded by a sea of absolutely nothing just like what you are. Nothing. You are going to fade away into existence and no one on this earth will miss you. That is the fate you decided on when you decided to fuck with the dragons” I growl.

And while that has made things better, it’s still not done. We lost many dragons in the beginning. Everett tried very hard to save them, but they were killed so quickly that he had a hard time finding where the explosive was in their brain. When he finally did find it, we realized another issue. These dragons had never shifted. They had been born in the laboratory as dragons, not even from real eggs. They had never shifted and didn’t know how. So, once we knew where the explosive was in the dragon brain, Everett had to try to get it out before it exploded. He nearly lost his own life a couple of times, as he was removing the explosive when it went off.

" I don't know, but Silver Dragons are able to change genders since they have to live many lives of humans to find the meaning of life for Givendale. I heard that they can even change into elves, Devils, Dark Elfs, Goblins, and Demons. Anything they want as long as they live through its whole life cycle and create a masterpiece without using any of its dragon powers. " Hikaru looks thoughtfully at Kaen who was asleep on his chest from the looks of it Kaen's grip on him isn't loosening even though he's asleep. I thought as I looked at how tightly Kaen was holding onto Hikaru's shirt with both hands. I knew dragons were possessive but this is just... next level. " I'm going to get some suppres

My voice echoed around the room and I heard the dragon’s low chuckle. He emerged from the shadows and suddenly we were outside, in the open with the dark night sky above us. His eyes had a murderous glint in them and I watched his spiked tail. The dragon was gray, like mine and I almost felt sorry for the illusion. I ran straight toward him and he moved his body sideways as his tail swept across the ground and lifted at the last second to strike me full in the chest. I was on his tail and ran up towards his back as his tail swished around and he turned his head to get a look at me.

Then I saw that sweet, little dragon dead on the ground. Ylys presses her nose against me gently. Suddenly, I begin to see images of dragon babies who can’t break through their eggshells, mothers breaking their eggs only for the little ones to be underdeveloped, then having to watch them die slowly. ‘There are many reasons why a dragon does not mature fully and hatch as it should. One of those reasons is sneak-snakes. Next to humans, they are the greatest predators for our eggs and dragonlings. I wasn’t there, so I can only assume that Scyrlyt killed the sneak-snake that got into her nest, but not before it sank its teeth into one of her eggs. If you hadn’t told her that one of her dragons w

Hello, everyone! This is XSkylar19. It has been a very interesting ride for me while writing Bane of the Dragons because (fun fact) this was my very first dragon genre. I know some of you probably disliked how everything turned out or how fastpaced everything happened but know that this was intentional as I couldn't drag the story on. Anyway, while this book becomes the first book for dragon genre, it certainly wasn't my first book in the fantasy genre.

As the imperial guards surround us, Primus knows that the dark places await him. "NO!" I roar as my body grows smaller and my voice the strangled cry of a hurt and frightened woman. Wrapping my arms and wings around him, I place my hands over his and push down on the wound, my eyes focused on the surrounding guards. "Don't you dare die on me, Primus!" I wish I could push some of myself into him, to give him my vitality. But that is not how dragons are designed. We do not have that type of magic.

The thick cloud of smoke was soon clearing away and much to Madam Secretary’s dismay and horror, the dragon was seen wafting away at the fumes, beating its wings very wildly and was soaring in the air, unscathed, without a single scratch from the hydrogen bomb. The fate of the planet was as good as sealed. The dragon was unkillable, withstanding a direct nuclear blast. Nothing could destroy it now. The world was in a state of quagmire and terror, plunged in a darkness of owing to the fact that the world was indeed ending and what more to ascertain these claims of the pilgrims jam-packed at Mecca or believers thronged at Vatican's St. Peter’s Square than a large indestructible dragon—the very

Chapter One: The Last Dragon (Drake’s POV) For centuries, they have hunted my kind. Once, dragons ruled the skies, our shadows stretching across kingdoms, our roars shaking the earth. But humans feared what they could not control. One by one, my kin fell—slaughtered by cowards who called themselves heroes. They carved our bones into weapons, melted our scales into armor, and told stories of their victories. Now, I am the last. Drake—the final dragon of this world. And they want to get rid of me too.

Now the long years of loneliness begin again. And I will survive because dragons live forever. Tahr's story next... END OF PART THREE