Legend Spyro Dawn Dragon Novels & Stories

I'm shocked by his vast knowledge and very impressed, there are centuries worth. "Spiro is his name, seriously?" I laughed at it. I see he has purple dragon fire and fucking black leathery wings. "What the hell is he," I grimace. My father scowls and eyes me strangely. "Surely you can tell by my memories son," he sighs.

And ahead, beyond storm and spell, a queen waited—unaware that love, regret, and destiny were thundering toward her on dragon wings. The sun had barely crested the eastern peaks when Drakonios angled his wyvern toward the cloud-choked valley that legend claimed no dragon—nor man—could cross unscathed. Below, a ragged sea of mist swirled between dagger-like crags. Every gust carried whispers, half-words of warning in languages older than kingdoms. From the rear saddle, Seraphina shivered and pressed a gloved hand to Elliot’s back for balance. Elliot twisted just enough to reassure her. “We’re close,” he called over the wind. “I’ve studied my sister’s sketches—Xaerath’s outer spell forms a spi

The minions and servants huh? David hears the super reptiles growl. They saw him as prey, something to rip apart and devour. David closes his eyes for a bit. He imagines the Draco then he opens his eyes again. He sees the other super reptiles and how small they are compared to the Draco. David takes out his steel spear, the Draco Slayer, and his steel dagger. He brandishes the two of them. None of you are my hunters.

I knew he was looking at me from just beyond the shadows. “What do you seek halfling?” he asked me. “Your approval and guidance, I seek to take the seat as Sire of my lair,” I said to him. “A lair you were not born into?” he asked me. “Yes Typhon, I took the seat in a claim fight,” I said to him. “I approve your claim as Sire, may your dragon lead you further into success,” Typhon said. “Thank you Typhon,” I said my head still bowed down.

’ Draco Dragon growled loudly In meantime I tried to stand up from King Sargon chest… however when I moved King Sargon tightens his arms which were snaked around my waist…. His action confused me but Draco Dragon growling sound kept my sanity “My King…… I… I.. want to get up” I shuttered and tried to get up Seeing my struggle King Sargon let go of my waist and I hastily stood up and turned to look at Draco Dragon who was flying in circle right above my head in circles…

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.

And soon, he realized he had heard that growl quite a lot of times. For when Stefanos turned around to look, there was no explosion, just his pet Dragon to the rescue. "Told you, you would need me." Wraya muttered, his eyes trained on the rogues as he growled under his breath. "I-It's a Dragon! He has a Dragon! Kill it!" "Hmm. I wouldn't do that if I were you." Wraya hummed in a calm voice at the same time a rogue wolf tried to pounce on his large claw only to be thrown backwards and into a distant bush.

“Useful is one word.” Spiro’s eyes flicked skyward. So did mine. Above us, Lucian’s dragon folded one wing and dropped towards Seraphina with terrifying speed. He was huge, golden and black, every movement old and cruel and practised. Seraphina twisted away, bright as a piece of the sun in the smoke, but his tail caught her side and sent her rolling through the air. My chest seized. The bond flared with pain. “Nyra,” I breathed. A wraith-touched creature came at me while I was looking up.

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.