I Am Dragon Book Novels & Stories

I handed her my phone, and she took it in her hands and placed it in her cross-body freckled bag that suited her look perfectly. "Don't be scared, Love... I might look rough, but my dragon adores you," I said, cupping her cheek, and taking a step back, shifting into my magnificent beast. Yes, I was an earth dragon, but unlike my brothers, I was also a gifted dragon, just like Adam. Adam was the Emerald dragon, while I, Urien Dragnoir, had the Onyx dragon. A pure black beast. Elisa gasped and then ran her hand over my snout, and my dragon melted into her, and then huffed, lowering his head.

I had to brace myself. “You planning on walking off?” he asked. “Not today.” “That’s reassuring.” I glanced sideways at him. “You don’t think I’d jump.” He studied my face more carefully then. “Should I?” I returned my gaze to the sea. “Do you think your dragon could catch me?” Silence. “Catch you,” he repeated slowly. “Yes.” “Why would I need to catch you?” “I read a book once,” I said. “About cliff diving. People leaping into water from heights like this.”

She was touching Megan’s face and then hugging her again as they both cried. “What happens now?” Rylee asked. “We’ve completed the bond and it’s been accepted.” “And something else,” Elder Michael said with a smile. “What?” Lucas asked impatiently. “Megan has a dragon,” I said and Rylee gasped as Lucas turned towards me. “A dragon? That’s never happened before,” he said. “Quite right Sire Lucas, Kaida is the first of her kind that we know of, she’s a strong dragoness, graceful and beautiful,” Elder Cliff said.

I said to him as I opened the drawers of the desk. “That’s awesome!” he said loudly. “How old are you Link?” I asked him. “Eighteen Sire,” he said to me. “Well I’m nineteen so call me Ryder please,” I said and he smiled again. “Sure thing boss,” he said and I laughed as I shook my head. “What dragon do you have?” I asked him. “Violet,” he said proudly. “You should’ve been able to lay claim to the lair yourself and kill Andrew,” I said to him.

Elaina noticed it and urged him impatiently, “What is it? Can you read the strange language?” Drake's face turned grim and he replied, “I can read it. This book… It belongs to dragons. In fact it is an ancient book written in ancient dragon language that dates back to the first dragon to ever exist. Learning the language is compulsory for dragon kings while growing up so that is how I know it…” he paused and turned to look at Elaina dead in the eyes. “How did humans get a hold of this? Where did you find this again, Elaina?” he asked.

This felt like old times, so I was going to read every one of those dragon books to have something to talk to her about even if I hated them. She went to her I*******m and showed me posts on her profile. They were dark and mysterious looking. They had a distinct vibe and about fifty likes each. “Wow,” I said. “They look great. Kinda dark and sexy.” “Dragons are kind of sexy. Don’t you think?” I couldn’t stop my chuckle. “Never really thought about that before. They seem scary and . . . firey. Burning people up and eating them. Knocking down buildings in Tokyo. Not super sexy to me.”

Flavius's eyes widen at Neron's words as he chokes out a cough. "A den of beast is not the words I'd use to describe this place. But I must admit this has been a very educational experience," Flavius tells him. "That is because we dragons are seekers of vast knowledge. My horde alone holds one of the largest archives in Midgar. You are bound to learn a thing or two staying here," I say. "As much as I would love to continue discussing the extensive knowledge of dragons there is a point to our arrival," Daniel says. "Awe yes, I nearly forgot. As stated in the original deal between our people I've brought with me the requested weaponry and medical kits," Neron tells us.

She looks at the books with curiosity, “May I ask why you’re getting books on dragons? I thought the abroad course was on history and culture?” “Yes, it is. I’m taking two additional online classes. One of them is a humanities course. I’m doing a paper comparing the different origins of dragon mythology.” I tell her with a smile. She nods and hands me a bag with the books, “Have a nice evening. I look forward to seeing you again Monday.” “You too.”

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.

On the desk sat a large white covered book with gold dragons on the cover. Rain walked to the desk and waited for me to sit down before she opened the book and scooted it closer to me. She then sat on the corner of the desk facing me and said” If you read this part of the mate book you will understand the mating ceremony. After I will tell you about how Reya is and what to expect from us as your mate.” I looked into her eyes for a few seconds and then began to read. The book was old but the pages were pristine and the letters in gold. It didn’t take me long to read the few pages on mating a dragon woman. I now understood why Rain held apart of herself back from me. Dragons, no matter the gen