Invisible Dragon Novel Novels & Stories

As Edon continued its evolution, so Neyalha and Gheyaral came to know that they, though immortal, also felt a desire to have progeny that could serve not only to expand the race of Dragons, but could aid them in their task of guiding the inhabitants of Edon. And so were born to them, emerging from their shining, silvery shells upon the highest peak in the Erimanthe Mountains, a pair of young Dragons. As with their parents, so too were the young ones a male and a female. Yet they were so vastly different in appearance it was immediately evident which was which. The male was dark, his scales an iridescent black that shimmered with ripples of color in the morning light. Red eyes glowed beneath

Among the Six, he's the only one who doesn't seem uptight like the rest of them. For the rest of my stay in the hospital, I keep receiving visits from Landon and Dakota's family as well. I have gathered information about my mission. Apparently, I am to find the seals. Moreso, I can only do that if I stick to a particular person who bears the name, Dashiell Gryphon. According to Landon, he's a dragon Lord who wants to use the seals for evil purposes. To worsen it all, he's the jerk who had murdered me. I'm willing to do my best. ..

**This is the second book in the Elemental Dragon series. While it can be read as a standalone book, references will be made to the first book, The Arena. As I step off Tana’s penthouse balcony, I shift, flying away from what I just heard. Tana, the last fire dragon, has been claimed. And by a Lycan no less. I can’t believe she fell to him. She knew he was her mate, but being mated and being claimed are two very different things.

How I would love to lace my fingers through her hair, pull her head back and watch her wide eyes glaze over with defiance. It was a good look on her. And I would do anything to keep the fire inside of her burning. But it's not my place. I couldn't protect her from the future her parents had planned for her. The beast writhed under my skin, the ink tingling and undulating. How the dragon within me wanted to protect her like she was a part of my hoard. The treasure amongst the gold and jewels. I could imagine Evelyn, with freckled thighs and sun-kissed cheeks, lounging across the gold like she belonged there.

Clay smiled, “My best friend is working on that now. He should be breaking through that wall any time now.” Jenna looked at the wall he pointed at, “That wall is made of stone. How is he breaking through? Dynamite?” Clay laughed. "What is Dynamite? Dragons are strong!” Jenna nodded. The only thing she knew about dragons was what she had read in books. She was still contemplating the existence of dragons when the wall began to shake. “Here he comes,” exclaimed Clay excitedly. Thunderous blows hit the wall until it split, revealing a man who walked through the hole he had made. Light immediately flooded the dungeon, “Yale, you big brute! Took you long enough!”

I tell her. She looks at him, still clinging to me. “You were there? In that awful place?” “I was, little fire dragon,” he says, carefully leaning his head toward her. She reaches forward and touches his snout. “Why do I feel drawn to you?” she asks, not realizing that she understands his dragon’s language. “He’s our Alpha,” Morgan says, walking up. “I’m Morgan. I’m a water dragon.” Nova looks at me, then at Ancalagon and Morgan. “Zephyr says I’m a fire dragon and elf, but I was always just a human.”

But I’m beginning to see parts of him, see the good in him. Perhaps the reason he doesn’t let anyone in is because everyone he allows in is taken from him. The menacing roar of a Dragon makes me spin around and look out the window. Several roars follow, making my ears ache and the sky is illuminated with the glow of fire as the first clash takes place. And so it begins. “My Queen?” I look across at Hirelda, they all look rather concerned and scared as they try not to shiver from the cold.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

The dragon inside him stirred, sensing the intrusion, restless and dangerous. From the shadows, a figure emerged. Not fully solid, but not entirely ghost. Veins of violet energy traced their form like lightning through smoke. It hovered, tendrils of darkness curling outward, probing the runes etched into the walls. Testing the bond, testing the fire. The voice echoed in both their minds. Elara stepped forward instinctively, silver light flickering from her hands. “It won’t touch us,” she said firmly, voice steady. “Not while we are together.”

He brought him somewhere unknown and he growled and ran towards the Cave, in his head he was chanting for their mate. Adrian entered the cave in hurry and finally saw Elysian, laying on top of a werewolf, getting raped brutally by five men on the floor. A loud growl snapped the five men, they quickly pulled away from the unconscious figure of Elysian and looked at Adrain in fear, the wolves freaked out to see a huge dragon glaring at them, how the fuck there was a dragon here?! While the three wolves knew they will die that day. No one should mess with Adrian, as they have witnessed the death itself, for they have met the legend they have only heard the stories about. The dragon.