Imagine Lyrics Dragons Novels & Stories

Zara said, about to kneel in gratitude. Richard stopped her with a gesture and said, "Born in Dragonsland, I am a Dragonslander. For Dragonsland's future, I am willing to give my life and blood." Richard's eyes were filled with passion, even hinting at tears. He looked up at Jade Dragon Mountain and shouted, "Imperial Dragon, protect the heavens. The heavens protect me; I protect Dragonsland." "Haha..." Richard laughed, full of endless emotion, with a touch of melancholy, as if reminiscing about those who fought bravely without regard for their lives.

I ask, my fingers itch to reach out and touch her, but I refrain from doing so, not wanting to cross the line. “A long time ago, dragons used to rule the sky. Clans gathering together to soar the clouds.” A musical lilt in her tone, memories play through my mind showing me visions of the world. Her world. The one she grew up in. Wind whips across my face, blowing my hair out, hitting me in the face. The visions are so lifelike it’s incredible, almost as if I’m there with her, soaring through the sky, the earth a small spec miles below.

I love you, stay with me,’ I repeat in our mind link, hoping that she can hear me while I flood her body with my venom. I feel another blast of power and fire around me, but I don’t stop. I can’t. She has to come back to me. She has to. I hear the screaming of dragons all around us and then suddenly, there’s silence. And still, I don’t stop. ‘Come on, Ember. Come on. You’re a strong fire dragon. Please! Stay with me. Please, Ember,’ I plead in our mind link.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

As I rise, I release a roar of rage aimed at the heavens and fly high up into the sky above the valley. I'm a dragon?! How is this even possible? I must be dreaming! But something deep inside is telling me this is real, and this was meant to be. Suddenly the words from our family crest pop into my mind, it was a saying that I committed to memory the day I learned the translation. ‘Quamdiu tales esse potes. Cum autem terminos tuos sentio agi. Quum senseris tibi evigilare faciatis intra rem, et tamen non audiam. Princeps autem Draco excitavit.’

Something's very wrong. A scream tore from her lips, echoing through the trees. But the sound was cut short as a massive shadow passed overhead, blotting out the stars. Cathy's heart thundered in her chest as she recognized the familiar silhouette. ‘The dragon. Magnus's dragon.’ The dragon spirit—Magnus's dragon—landed beside her with earth-shaking force. Its obsidian scales gleamed in the moonlight, each one a mirror reflecting her own wide-eyed wonder. ‘It's here. It's actually here.’

I lift my head toward the sky where dragons still clash in fire and fury, and the next notes rise stronger than any before. The bridge answers. And the world begins to change. “I WILL NOT lose anyone else,” I whisper through the melody. The magic answers. The bridge blazes brighter than ever before. And the war enters its final storm.

Instead of wetting all over, a gentle breeze blew across their face making them snap their eyes open. " Breathtaking," Vincent murmured in awe as he gazed at the beautiful green landscape with rockland at the hill. Different dragons of various colors soar the sky with strength while others were pasturing. " Vincent, I wanna see," Minerva said from Vincent's tight embrace and he released her. There was nothing so beautiful as a land filled with hundreds of dragons. Real dragons. *** Vincent smirked as he strolled towards his huge bed in the middle of his room to wake up a certain someone. Minerva, not being a morning person, was yet to wake up after the amazing exploration the previous day.

Lizzy mused. “They looked at me as if I was a bug to squash,” Chloe said bitterly. “Perhaps, if they knew your origin, they’d think differently,” Lizzy offered. “Now, tell me about the dragon part. How marvelous to be able to transform into such a majestic beast. How very lucky. Did you know that there is a planet in the Oobla galaxy that has some of the most advanced scientific minds in the universe and these minds are housed within the bodies of dragons? Your Tristan is a blessed soul.”

Freja seemed to notice and leaned on one foot, suspicion in her eyes. “I’m more than a noble, Freja. I’m...a King. The King of-” “Dragons.” She finished, her eyes widening. Slowly she started to pace, her fists clenching and unclenching. Cressa watched as Freja connected the dots. She had seen Zarek in dragon form, his claws; his eye color even. Her eyes flickered between Zarek and Cressa as she paced. Anger swept the confusion from her face rapidly. Another emotion soon followed, her eyes filling with tears.