Legend Spyro Dawn Dragon Novels & Stories

Wynter was five years old and the dragon displayed on his back took my breath away. Abeloth would come forward and peer at him and every time Wynter’s eyes would turn yellow it scared me. He was too young to handle the power of a dragon. “Daddy?” Wynter asked as he woke up after his merging. “Do you remember what happened yesterday?” I asked him. “Something jumped into me,” he said his eyes flashing yellow. “You merged with your dragon,” I said to him.

Her lips curve into a smile, eyes bright. It is Alfred, next, whose shoulders sag with relief so intense one might taste it. They are roars, he realizes, as the sounds draw closer. “What is that noise,” Duchess Clair asks sharply in the frozen room. Darla stands, as does Alfred. “It is your daughter, Duchess,” she laughs. “Lady Alcina, the dragonlord. Stormbringer.” * * * * * * * * * * The dragons land with twin roars, making the ground beneath them shake with the weight of their descent.

I looked around but I was not able to find a trace of the woman. I walked further and saw a lake behind the thick woods. There, I finally saw her. My body shivered when a giant creature surged out from the water. It was a blue water dragon and its eyes were terrifying. I was worried for the woman but the dragon bowed before her. She gently patted its head and she talked in a different language I couldn’t distinguish. She was from the palace. But seeing her talking to a dragon, there’s no doubt she’s a witch. “A spy?” I muttered.

She stopped for a moment, turned around to see him rooted in a spot staring at her, his eyes passing a silent message for her to go and with one last nod and whine, she leapt through the flames and out a broken entrance landing on the soft snow outside. Hera gave me back control immediately whining in my head about how she never wanted to leave spyro inside but she couldn't go against his words as he was only being protective. I rolled my eyes as I stood up to my feet feeling really fucking useless at the moment. My heart ached too not knowing how lycus was holding in back there and also I was worried for Andros. He didn't look like he had ever been in a war before unlike Lycus who had all t

Sina now asked cautiously, furrowing his brow. “Yes, I am absolutely sure. I was worried about her and tried to spell her into a peaceful sleep to no avail. The drug we gave her prevented the shift, but the dreams, or effects of whatever echo or whatever Leo was doing were surely there. I was actually embarrassed to be with her in such intimate moments, and I am just glad she was asleep and unaware of my presence”, I said sheepishly. Silence followed for a moment and Dr. Sina started pacing again, rubbing his forehead as if he was trying to decipher this new piece of information. Celia and I looked at each other confused, unsure of what was happening. “It could be her powers ….” He stated a

Lydia threw away the little towel and reached down to hold the dragon. The dragon was roaring and Lydia could feel the pulse in his veins. Are you excited for me, little thing? Lydia couldn't help but work the dragon up and down. He got more excited, and he got harder and bigger, as if a volcano was about to erupt inside him. Lydia's mouth felt dry and she gulped. Somehow, she didn't let go of her hand. In the quiet of the night, her hands moved faster and faster, and the dragon roared uncontrollably, every vein in him spurting, every inch of him burning.

I couldn't think of anything else at that moment — if there was a chance, even a whisper of it, that I could salvage something from this wreck — my job, my reputation, maybe even my kids — I had to take it, I'll take it. I turned the corner, and that was when I felt it — the shift in the air. There was another presence, a sudden presence. I hold my breath lightly and steadied my position, just in case. A figure emerged from the shadows and then another, then him. Dragon. He leaned against a wall like he owned the night, with a stick of cigarettes glowing between his fingers, casting a faint red light on the cold sneer curled on his lips. "You look like hell, Lyon..." He said, his voice was

I feel the substance lift from within me and come out through my mouth. I feel him first,his rage twinning with mine,as flames lick at my skin like a lover. “Hello little one.” My dragon's voice rings in my ear.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

It looked at Cyprian. It sniffed the air, sensing the immense power of their bond. "WHO..." the Dragon’s voice was like grinding stones. "WHO DARE WAKE MALPHAS?" Cyprian stepped in front of Vespera, raising his sword. Great, Cyprian thought. First a hero, now a lizard. I should have asked for more gold. Vespera put a hand on his shoulder. Wait, she projected into his mind. He's not an enemy. He's a pet.