I Am Dragon Book Novels & Stories

Kenji circled, slow predator, jet hair slicked, ruthless, dragon tattoo peeking, collar-open gi, porcelain skin sheened with faint exertion. "Breathe into the draw," he murmured, gravel-velvet low, positioning behind—chest brushing my back, heat-jarring, scarred jaw grazing asymmetrical bob. His hands overlaid mine on the hilt, porcelain fingers guiding steel whisper-pull, bodies aligning forms intimate. "Speed is surrender. Precision claims." Bokken flashed arc perfect, my strike slicing air hiss, mahogany arm extending unyielding. He pressed closer fraction, hips nestling mine deliberately, breath hot lobe. "Again."

dragons.A dragon so big laying comfortably on the stairs, his skin so beautifully blue...his tail was elegantly long.He was a monster."A dragon!" Alexandra said in a high pitched tone.His face moved...eyes wide open.The colour so adorable, it wasn't even just any colour but it changed from second to second.From green to yellow to red then to blue, he stared at the tiny little humans in front of them.In the wintry weather, he hibernated, they know he awoke by the sudden yell of excited Alexandra.He stood up arcing with out-stretched wings, each as brilliant as stained glass, they held their breath for a while, eyes wide.Perhaps it was the moment they waited for...the struggle...but was it wo

she said that but she didn't want to admit her inability to resist reading the book. It...called to her. She sat on the steps, sword now placed across her knees, as she opened the book. The words spilled into her mind like sunflower seeds. Valia Rostrag. A dragon who was incomplete. Hair black as night, kissed with streaks of impossible green, eyes like oceans that could drown a kingdom.

“Mr. Zabinsky, you’ve done a reading and found out that the Fiery Lexicon is located in the Dragon Palace, right?” “That’s right.” Jim shook his head and said, “It’s kind of odd that Boss and I searched everywhere in the Dragon Palace. Other than this headless black dragon, we didn’t find the Fiery Lexicon.” Magus smiled faintly and explained, “That headless black dragon is the lexicon.” “What?” Jim and Tyr were both astounded when these words were spoken. They failed to grasp what Magus was getting at. All three of the books Tyr had previously interacted with were real books. Why would the fourth book suddenly become a dragon?

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

I walk over to her tiny pink bookshelf and scan the spines until I find a hardcover with a dragon on the front and three little stick figures holding swords. The title says *The Dragon and the Three Musketeers*. It looks boring enough to put me to sleep before she does. I flip it open and start reading. "Once upon a long... long time. A dangerous dragon lives all alone in an abandoned cage. 'I WILL EAT YOUR HEAD!' she would yell to any human that—" "Daddy, stop." I look up. "What?" "You’re reading it with the wrong tone. You’re supposed to sound like a dragon." I sigh and close the book. "And how exactly does Daddy sound like a dragon?"

"Roosevelt, lost in madness, stared with eyes full of bloodlust. Eloise smiled, mocking him. 'I told you I would ruin you, Your Majesty. May bitterness and sorrow be your eternal companions.'" Micha's brows tightened. "She provoked a man who already lost everything. That's suicide." The next lines formed slowly, dramatically. A roar shook the skies. Not human. Not beast. Ancient. "A dragon appeared. Black scales, silver eyes, wings stretching wider than any castle. It landed with pride, lowering itself before Roosevelt." Both of us froze. A dragon. A real dragon. Even the book seemed to tremble on the page. The dark-winged creatures bowed. The dragon bowed to Roosevelt.

“It was almost amusing.” Alaric said nothing. His eyes remained fixed on Dragon, carefully watching every movement. Dragon turned another page. Then he frowned. “Boring.” He closed the book and glanced at its cover. “Who the fuck reads about witch poison?” He dropped the book to the floor. The loud thud made Alaric flinch despite himself. Dragon stepped on it before turning around. Alaric forced himself to straighten. “What brought you to Red Moon Pack?” The question came out shakier than he wanted.

Freeze says. He takes the book off my desk and starts flipping through it. He finally stops on the dragon he is looking for. He flips the book around and places it down in front of me. My eyes were about pop out of my head. I start reading the description that it gives, and Freeze is right. It describes her almost perfectly. “How would this be possible? That dragon is just a myth.” I asked.

"Yes. Mount Ras Zabayr is the human name of this place, but my people call it, Kurogist, or the Dragon Mountain. It is blanketed by my brother's energy, making it hidden from non-dragon entities. It blocks out any possible magic, too, or any unrelated connections to the dragon blood. This place is virtually a safe haven for our kind and soon, you and your children." She chuckled, and I reciprocated the action only because the thought of bearing King Raxelan's sons and daughters brought me joy. But still... "Come, I'll show you so that you'd understand." She placed the brush on the table and pulled me up. Excitedly, she led me through a series of twists and turns in the rocky hallway. We pass