I Am A Dragon Novels & Stories

the dragon asked as a thunderous laugh eluded him, echoing and making the entire platform experience a little earthquake as I struggled to maintain my balance. The dragon was right about me seeing through walls... that has never bothered me because I thought it was normal among a few, or rather, rare. But I couldn't help but wonder why my mother could do such a thing. "And you know what that means? Right?" the dragon asked. I knew very well that I wasn't meant to be the Alpha. Gavner... "Yes, I know. So what do you want now?" I asked. "You are a part of me... you and I are the same. This is the right time," the dragon said.

Or she wanted everyone to think I was just faking it, to make her look like the bad guy. Either way, I could not accuse her. No one would believe me. Everyone else’s food was perfect. Only mine was burning like hell. My vision tinted red as my dragon rose inside me. My blood boiling profusely. I clenched my fist unwilling to throw a tantrum. In my head, I cursed her. She thinks she won tonight. She thinks she outsmarted me. But she forgets something. I am Leviathan, the last dragon. I single handed captured Ember nest. I do not lose.

I stand there for a moment, looking down at her. She looks so small in my bed. So fragile. But I know she is not fragile. I have seen her fight. I have seen her stand up to Kendal. I have seen her refuse to break. She is stronger than me. I walk to the window. Open it. Cold air rushes in. I need to think. I need to breathe. I need to remember who I am. I am Cassius Draven. The Dragon King. The most feared man in the kingdom.

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

My fear starts to dissipate slowly as I realize that this thing is actually kind of beautiful. "What are you?" I ask it. The head jerks back as if I have wounded it. "You do not know?" When I shake my head in reply a sad look crosses the eyes of the beast. "Do you remember anything, anything at all?" I shake my head once more. The beast stares at me pensively and I wring my fingers together feeling suddenly nervous under its intense gaze. "I am you. There are two sides to people like you and I am the other side. I am called a dragon. We are fierce protectors in our race. Together we battle fires and save any lives. I protect you as you protect me" it says in answer to my question.

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

It could only mean. Wait a minute... I am standing in a pack of dragons?!

My mother had come to be queen because the wife of her brother had wanted to kill all of the brethren within Uyan Taesil after being driven from Nerith for attempting the same thing… We looked human. I, more than any of my siblings seemed to be human, but that humanity was only ever skin deep. “I am a dragon,” I told Aien. “I might not be able to take the form of a dragon. I might not possess the skills and strengths of a dragon, but I am a dragon.”

’ If I were a dragon, I would have fire flickering from my lips. No one will ever take Skylar and Cyryl from us. No one.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.