Inheritance Dragons Novels & Stories

Dragon was different—polite, calm, rational—and that was what frightened her. She approached him and asked boldly, curiosity mixing with defiance, "What are you doing, Dragon? Why do you act like nothing happened? What are you planning?" Dragon took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. With a mix of love and pain, he said, "I’m trying to kill the old Dragon—the cruel one who lost his little mate. I changed, Jenny. I changed for you." She glared at him in anger, recalling his words that she would only ever be Dragon’s whore. The powerful slap. His control. She continued to stare at him but decided to ignore everything, even his ghostly words that made her heart tremble.

Like for example the scroll, an objective only` heard about but on the Lord Dragons possess. Kade has been to sanctuary, the land of dragons. Dragons never interact with outsiders but at a rare chance they might be mates, it is said they are possessive and be borderline caveman. On the arch gate in bold letters creatively framed along with burnt tips reads dragon clan sanctuary.

But I wouldn’t change it all the same. “Little bird, you’re mine.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple. And I knew that he was right. I could feel it with everything in me. I belonged to the dragons. The End

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.

“There were four of them during the Days of Dragon. One for each cardinal direction and season. All the other dragons could be slain. All except the Dragon God Kuzuryū himself and his four kings, who were true immortals. “Some of the dragon lords were shrewd and used other dragons as body doubles to divert risks from themselves. The dragon kings did them one better. They mastered the ability to scatter their essence or spirit and then bond it within the cells of a human individual. I’m guessing when the Fire from Heaven struck, the four dragon kings hid themselves in the blood of certain jōnins, to be then passed down to their descendants. Now in the Time of Man, the jōnin or their child who

Emi asked, pointing to the mark on Visenya's shoulder. "Sort of, but an Alpha's firstborn always inherits the mark of the Alpha, regardless of their gender," Visenya explained. "And occasionally, the second born will also bear the alpha mark, like my sister Synora. The Dragon Lord's mark appears sporadically, skipping generations and only manifesting in male dragons." "What sets a Dragon Lord apart from other dragons?" Emi inquired.

Yennie took a deep breath and continued to speak, "I never imagined that your dragon could swallow the enemies even when it has not reached a mature age. That is quite unbelievable." Yennie was emotional when she said the last sentence. That was right. The dragon species’ inherited talents include water, fire, and lightning. So, the Nine Mainland's myths include fire dragon, water dragon, and lightning dragon. There were also other Divine Dragons that had different abilities due to their inherited talents. However, just like what Yennie had mentioned, that situation was very rare.

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

“Father what does this mean?” The king looked at his daughter seated near him, anxiously waiting for an answer. “If one dragon is awake, then many more will be….” The king gasped as he grasped the full horror of the thing. “Awake.” Jared completed as he stood up with a groan while holding his chest. “After, there will be chaos.” Wren leaned in. “But Father, what we learnt in Child’s Institute of Thought was that all dragons were extinct!” The king looked at his daughter. “No, my little songbird, they were never extinct. They were hibernating.”

King Henry is, of course, not expecting me and not happy to see me, and sends two of his biggest, baddest warriors out to meet me in the skies just beyond his territory lines. But I’m not a simple dragon. I’m not a warrior. I’m a king. Kings are… born, not chosen. In the days when dragons were plenty, a king could have many male heirs, but the oldest son wouldn’t be presumed heir of his father’s title. No, sometimes a younger son would show… certain gifts. Certain traits that made him stronger, faster, and more capable than his brothers… and he would be king by destined right–by destiny itself.