I Am Dragon Book Novels & Stories

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang

The cover was old, covered in strange markings. Daniel narrowed his eyes. “Wait… isn’t that from my library?” “Yeah, I found it when I was searching for books about dragons.” Quinn’s head snapped up. “Dragons?” Daniel flipped open the book. Inside were illustrations of dragons and… human figures. “My ancestors have acquired this book many years ago. It’s serves more like a collection than an actual book,” Daniel muttered while perusing the illustrations and foreign language printed on it. “Well, as you can see, it’s more than just a pretty book. It contains a lot of information about dragons,” River said while tapping a specific page that featured an illustration of a human body covered with

said Astrid in support. “zu'u respect fin knowledge inside thdro book. Ofan zu'u enlightenment. Zu'u fen respect ahrk protect fin secret do fin dragonne,” said Draco casting a spell in the dragon's ancient language. I respect the knowledge inside this book. Give me enlightenment. I will respect and protect the secret of the dragons. The next sentence appeared in the book. [wo kos hi?] Who are you? Draco took a breath and answered. Meanwhile, Astrid held her breath as she watched the amazing events before her eyes.

"You know what..." Minos reached for his breast pocket and produced a small leather-bound booklet, placing it on the boy's lap. "What's this?" The boy grabbed it and started reading. "Thee. Dragun. Fromm. Thee. Shyre. What's this about?" "It's about... a dragon. From the shire." Minos didn't know how to explain what the book was about, as he never really got past the first ten pages himself. He found it boring and too juvenile for his taste. He only reads it so he can go to sleep. "It's my favorite book," he lied, "and I want you to read it."

My expectations of hefty magic tomes full of spells were quickly dashed. Laney’s idea of books was limited to fairy tales about princesses and knights and, of course, magic. Not exactly what I had in mind. As far as she was concerned, if it didn’t interest her, it didn’t exist. “This one’s really good,” she informed me, holding up a thin novel called Loved By Two Dragons. “He’s a dragon, but he’s also a handsome boy. But his brother’s even more handsome, and he’s an even bigger dragon!”

Frustration claws at my chest until my fingers brush against a thick, worn book shoved far back on a lower shelf. The Legend of the Dragon Warriors. I scoff immediately. Dragons. Of course. I almost shove it back. I hate everything that has to do with dragons now. Everything about them reminds me of things I would rather forget, bonds I would rather pretend never existed. But something stops me. Tiny lettering at the very bottom of the spine catches my eye. Blue fire. My pulse stutters. I pull the book out slowly and flip it open. The pages are old. Fragile. The first image nearly knocks the air out of my lungs.

[Carnelia] I never expected that the name that would spring from her lips would be the same as the name I first encountered at the beginning of this adventure, in the pages of a children’s book read to me by my mate before I even understood what a mate really was. Even before I knew what it was to be a dragon, that name had importance to me. That book was the first book I ever read. My name, Carnelia, was picked from its pages. Oaestr is the mother of all dragonkind. The first of us. Surely she isn’t that Oaestr. I’m not even sure that she was ever anything more than a fantasy story told to hatchlings to help them make sense of the confusing world we live in.

My father explained, his eyes searching mine as if looking for reason. He wouldn't find any. "Azian is THE Dragon. The Golden Dragon," My father finally confessed. At those words I shone through, pushing Xeric back, "What?" My Father sighed, "He is the Golden Dragon. You must remember the tales your mother used to tell. Tales of The Golden Dragon, Alpha of all dragons and king of all species. That's why he was so strong,” he paused, "he marked Kaya because as it so happens, Kaya is his possession," He explained.

Her head rested on my shoulder, fingers tickling my arms. “Was it a naughty book? Like Karama Sutra stuff about sexual positions?” Biting my lip, I shook my head, for fear I would give myself away. The book was most helpful during my rut. I could hit delightful places with my ‘cock’ and my entire shaft was grateful for it as well. My dragon forced me to read it."

"I've read so many books about dragons. There's one in the palace library that's supposed to be a complete account of dragon history, but it's written in some ancient language that no one can translate. I've been trying to learn it for years, but it's really hard. Do you think Ruby's history is in that book? Do you think she knows her history? Do dragons have culture? Do they have families? Do they—" "Mia," Kealen interrupted gently. "You need to breathe." "Right. I’m sorry, your highness." She took a deep breath, her cheeks flushed. "I just... I'm so excited. I've wanted to meet a dragon my whole life. And now I've met one. And she's tiny and pink and adorable." "Mia," Kealen repeated, a sm