Inheritance Dragons Novels & Stories

"When my father realized I disagreed with this enslavement, he confided in my mother. They both decided I was a liability. They planned on stealing my power and transferring them to my brother. The Void is hard to master, almost a lifetime. But mine was already complete at a young age, making me the only one Trueblade to control the dragons at will.” "So, they want your power to defeat the dragons?" Sophia questioned. The thought about her mother and father being killed in the expedition against the Dragonae Kingdom. They deserved to be wiped out, in her opinion. For the cause for each and every life of the Knights they killed. "That would be reasonable, right? The Dragonae Kingdom is a plac

Should the Keeper of the Dragon Stone die, it would cause all Dragons to die. The book also explains that should all Dragons die, mass destruction would plague the earth. Without Dragons, there isn’t a balance. Dragons are a superior race, that protects the earth itself. Knowing that, I felt stupid for attempting to end my life. According to what I read, there are all kinds of Dragons. Some, such as Water Dragons, help safeguard oceans and even try to prevent natural disasters, but they are also the cause of some of them. While there are some Dragons that aren’t particularly good, most Dragons are known for their Honor.

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.

His hands slipped lower, caressing her hips and backside beneath the water, teasing the line between reverence and temptation. “Dragon’s blood does not weaken when shared,” he murmured, his hands slipping beneath her hips to lift her, “but the power tends to favor a few and we call that person ‘Draken’. Records show no ‘Draken’ since the first has found their mate. Some, in desperation, took additional wives to tempt their waning desires and hopefully produce an heir—although their offspring won’t necessarily inherit their title.”

of King Segundus. The eggs I was told were mine by the traitor who deposited my prone body at the false queen’s feet. But as we pass, I take a look inside to get a glimpse of Eleanora’s mysterious offspring and I know at once that he is mistaken. Segundus was an air drake mostly, but he also carried the heritage of a celestial dragon and our father was such a powerful earth drake that he could control every element, including the iron in others’ blood. Blood dragons are exceedingly rare but their lineage is powerful. Any child of mine, or my brother, would have a streak of telltale red from my father, and a bit of the stardust black of our mother.

Dragomir! It originally belonged to the ancient dragon kingdom of Islandia. The dragons had gone in search of wisdom and power and they had found the heart of magic. The heart of magic made them wiser and stronger, causing them to prosper. She closed the book and paused deep in thought, she had no idea that it formerly belonged to dragons. The stories her father had told her did not include this part. She read some more, there were different clues on how it could be identified, where it was previously found. Raisel slept soon after, the book tucked under her pillow.

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

"Co-rule. Mine. Wear it." Hazel dissected gem pulse, thumb tracing facets, echo brow-mark childhood fall. Power thrummed offer—not cage, but throne shared. Jet intimacy replayed wrists-silk, his dominance yielded thrill; dojo gore forged trust visceral. But the South Side queen bowed to no rush. Mahogany fingers closed the box pocket slowly and deliberately, full lips curving into a half-smirk, echoing his. "Earn it, dragon. Blood starts. Shatter Omega first."

I reach inward—not with a command of the mind, and not with the blunt force of my will—but with blood memory. The ancient, unbreakable tie. The thing dragons fear more than death itself: an obligation carved directly into their lineage by my ancestors. Our bond isn’t one of simple ownership. It’s history, written in iron and blood. Dragons by birth are incredibly rare, as most infants don’t survive the overwhelming surge of power that comes with the connection. That’s why their faction is so small, why they fear the risks of reproduction, and why they cling so fiercely to old promises instead.

It's the reason the curse of one-hundred-thousand years will bring me pain until those years have passed. I am the last direct descendant of Drakon, the dragon who caused the curse. My father was his brother. I alone should pay for Drakon's sins, but the Goddess is vengeful. I've watched all the dragons die but the four of us. Then watched my three remaining brother dragons suffer with the pain of losing their brides again and again. It's fitting that I loved Meagan so deeply, and I will love my next bride in the same way. Fire rises in my throat and I let it slice over the water that has accepted my bride as gift. Now the long years of loneliness begin again. And I will survive because drag