Ketojan Dragon Age Novels & Stories

Drykator readied himself for his descent, he turned to Drago who had just fixed his mini crossbow to his right arm and was slipping the bolt into place and ensuring the wire was connected correctly. “I’m going down to DV, Drago you get that dragon down!” Drykator barked beginning to bounce from one foot to the other, his legs shook violently with fear, he had never tried anything so dangerous, but he knew deep down it was what had to be done. “The Great Divine Victory needs us,” he rallied.

"I'm sorry for your loss. It sounds like you really miss him." "Dreadfully. My Raiden. My soul. My mate." I had heard Thane say that once before. "Mate?" She blew out a heavy breath. "Life partner. Chosen by our dragon counterpart. Dragons are sterile before they choose their mate." "How is mating different than sex?" The words fell out of my stupid mouth before I could stop them. "Nevermind." My face was red hot, and nothing slipped by Katarina's intense gaze. She arched an elegant brow. "What are your motives with my son, Evelyn?"

As they waited for orders, warriors gathered, their features anxious. Then I caught sight of him. A huge dragon with golden scales that glistened like molten flames swooped down from the sky. Even the most courageous warriors would have faltered at the creature's sheer enormity. A man with silver hair that flowed like liquid moonlight sat on its back. He was a powerful presence that seemed to envelop the whole atmosphere in electricity. The air seemed to bend about him due to the tremendous force of his presence. "Who are you?" With a firm voice despite the agitation in my heart, I requested. With a powerful and purposeful gait, the man dismounted. His voice was loud and resonant as he decla

“But she is a hybrid and you are a pure dragon. Are you lying to me, dragon?” “She can’t lie to you. Geez, do neither of you know anything about dragons?” Nylion asks. “Kenna is arguable the third strongest dragon currently alive, second only to Ancalagon and Eliane, and both of them have access to all four elements,” Kenzo says, coming to my defense. I’m surprised that Faeler doesn’t tell him to shut up, but apparently both men are interested in taking out Kenna and therefore, Yhendorn. I’ve known Yhendorn my entire life. He’s a good man, a good king from what I’ve been able to tell, and he’s been a perfect mate to Kenna. I’m not surprised that she’s pregnant.

She stood proudly again and said, looking at me with her miserable appearance and thin body, "I am Jenny Anderson, daughter of Alpha Anderson from the Golden Sun Pack, and I reject you, Alpha Dragon." I smiled mockingly. Does she think that by rejecting me, I would accept her even if she were my mate? Alpha Dragon is never rejected, no matter what happens. So I shouted, "I am Alpha Dragon from the Blue Moon Pack, and I reject you, Jenny." Yes, I rejected her, but she won't go away. She will just be a whore I use for my pleasure, even if it means burning her entire pack to have her.

I say to him while fixing my dress and makeup. I go downstairs all freshened up and see Dracono waiting for me. Dark follows me and introduces Dracono to me. Dracono kisses my hand while measuring my body with his eyes. I tell him it is my pleasure to finally meet the new king of the minotaurs. Dracono is a powerful incubus, with huge black wings, and an extremely powerful body, you can see his enormous muscles through his tight shirt. "I like what I see for sure.", I think.

Father studies me for a long moment. “You are king,” he says. “And you are dragon. Both demand sacrifice.” “And if sacrifice is no longer acceptable?” I ask. He does not answer immediately. “Then you become something new,” he says at last. The connection fades. Silence fills the chamber. Kaelith looks at me. “You’re not waiting, are you?” “No.” “Good.” Alone at last, I allow the dragon closer to the surface. My claws score the stone beneath my desk.

He snorted, “Obviously no. Draven? No, that’s yours. Dra- “Drakara.” His eyes lit up. “Yes. That’s it. Why do you ask?” Kael’s hands tightened around the moth-eaten scroll as he read it one more time just to be sure. DRAKARA—descendant of the dragon gods. The return of the dragon and a name marked in every prophecy of old. As usual, he was right again, and if he was sure of anything this time, he would say he fears magic might be involved. His head jerked up, handing over the scroll to his beta.

Weather fights were a great way of keeping the Pride distracted while all waited on news from Dakari. Katalea had begun to have dreams again. She dreamt of dragons, magnificent in their appearance, with colors to rival a sunset. In her dreams she could see scaly crimson wings, tipped with gold and smoky gray eyes. She recognized those eyes, they belonged to the dragon that came after her in Utah. She felt him in her dreams, he seemed to be looking for her, and she pushed back and tried to remain in the shadows. He was not one to be crossed and she had made an enemy that day in Utah with her tornado.

he says. “Just one queen?” I ask. There should be two now. “That’s all he saw. One queen, two fucking silvers, and the rest of the thunder,” he growls. Kenneth has changed since the death of his father. He’s become singularly focused on finding and destroying the dragons, specifically the silver one who killed his father. He’s easy to recognize since he’s the only silver, thus far, who has a rider. I’m not even sure he cares about marrying Skylar or uniting our kingdoms any longer, although we have continued to work together in our hunt for the dragons.