Incense Dragon Novels & Stories

I led him away from the training yard, toward the edge of the forest where we could talk without being overheard. Once we were alone, Marcus crossed his arms. “What kind of substances are we talking about?” “Incense. Something sweet but with a bitter undertone. It causes smoke thick enough to see, and whoever breathes it becomes… compliant, and maybe dependent on it too.” Marcus’s brow furrowed. “That’s not much to go on. There are dozens of compounds that could fit that description, depending on the base ingredients, the processing method, the concentration…” “I know. That’s why I need your help.” I kept my voice low. “If I could get you a sample, could you identify it? Tell me exactly what

The two smaller dragons hovered in the clouds above, their shadows sweeping over the mountainside like dark omens. The bronze dragon lowered its giant, horn-crowned head until its glowing golden eye was level with Valen. The heat radiating off its bronze scales was so intense it melted the snow under our boots within seconds. "I am Ignis, Lord of the Sky Peaks," the dragon rumbled low, its hot breath smelling of ozonated air and volcanic ash. "We did not come to burn your city, King Valen. We came because the cosmic balance has been shattered. The crack in her celestial seal is a beacon. It is not just dragons who feel her light the void beasts and the outer realms know she lives now."

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

Emi inquired. "A Dragon Lord possesses longevity, for one. Take Lucian, for example. He will stop aging at thirty years old and won't resume aging for thousands of years," Visenya elaborated. "Additionally, Dragon Lords possess the ability to produce two types of fire: red and blue. Their red fire is like any other fire, capable of burning and destroying, but their blue fire possesses incredible healing capabilities." Emi's eyes widened with wonder as she contemplated the concept. "A fire that can heal?"

he said in between soft kisses,”But know this, I want to spend the rest of my life with you,and the dragon knows this. “Mmm,” she said, her blue green eyes sparkling, for despite her reservations, she gave in. Drago kissed her again, but this one was anything but soft, instead it was full of lustful passion. As his warm hands caressed her sides, he deepened their kiss, and soon, his tongue was entangled with hers, coming together in a sensual,demanding dance. “You are so beautiful, mate of mine,” he growled in a deep voice, that Madchen thought was his possessive dragon. Possessive...Adam had warned her about dragons when he cornered her at the mansion while Drago was loading the boat.

His dragon was on display for all to see and I gave the Elders a look as they asked him that question. “Are you calling me a liar?” Echo said through Wynter as his eyes shone yellow. “Magnificent,” Elder Jackson said. “This is truly incredible,” Elder Charles murmured. “Separate Echo,” I said. The Elders gasped as the dragon that was now a head taller than Wynter separated from him and growled at the Elders. Elder Neil actually chuckled at that and I had to smile as Abeloth rolled his eyes. “This is Echo, Wynter’s dragon,” I said.

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.

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.

"Ignorance may look like this but she's a little over two hundred years old." The two look back in surprise. "She is considered the White dragon because she is the white dragon, just half of it. Ignorance is immortal until she reunites with Avoidance who is the mortal one. Even if I give this to her, it won't work until the two meet. I should also warn you that there is a reason why you are unaware of her." "We're not allowed to see her?" Kurai said. "Yes, especially the Red Dragon." "Huh?"

Quintus urgently reminded, “We need to go all out. These are that young man’s Primordial Spirits. They’re likely stronger than the Daeclon Mahayana. Should we become ensnared, our demise is certain.” As he spoke, the cauldron above Quintus's head began to spin rapidly, emitting countless strands of purple-blue light that converged into nine strands. They merged directly into the nine ice dragons that were entwined with one of the black dragons, causing them to swell to three times their size, their roars intensifying, their power tripling instantly. Despite the relentless onslaught, the black dragon maintained its ferocity, and its roars were accompanied by violent thrashing. However, they s