Lloyd Dragons Rising Novels & Stories

Andrew's ears still rang with the old man's icy words. "Three seals represent three rebirths. If you can shatter the final one and survive, you will rule the world as the chosen one. Fail, and you will become a cursed dragon, bound to destruction." A cursed dragon was the term used for the fallen heirs of the Lloyd royal family. The Lloyds bore the emblem of the celestial dragon as their crest, and those who thrived under the family's guidance were hailed as true dragons.

It floods through the air. It floods through me. My wounds burn. Then begin to close. Malrec notices immediately. His eyes flash with furious disbelief. “No,” he breathes. “Yes,” I growl. I surge upward with renewed strength, throwing him back across the terrace. He crashes through the remains of another pillar and rolls across the ancient stone floor before regaining his footing. For a moment we circle one another. Two dragons standing in the center of a dying empire. Above us the bridge blazes like a star.

"She will hang." A surge of fury erupted from within me, my eyes ablaze, searing heat coursing down my face and across my body. An audible gasp swept through the crowd as the ground beneath me started to crumble. The two soldiers, still gripping me, strained to maintain their footing as I seized the opportunity to grab them. With a swift motion, I clenched a fistful of their armor and catapulted both soldiers into the onlooking crowd.

Her head held up high nodding with silent approval. Yes, their plan would work. In a matter of time, Larissa would be in the castle and the much coveted stones that Silver Falcon wanted would be within their grasp. She would find it. Hydra was confident in her for some reasons, not only in the abilities that Summer had not yet known she possessed but in Silver Falcon's visions that had never failed him. "This will give you an advantage over the others. You must use it well." "The King and Queen will be curious about you, the Prince too. Let's hope he doesn't have any favourites yet, he'll certainly be of use to you some way or the other."

"Or treasure, for that matter, never heard of any." "Well, I suppose as long as there are no dragons or any similar beasts it's all well and good," Lloyd said rather sardonically, returning to perch on the bed. "No island is complete without ravenous beast-men or the other odd blood thirsty fish after all. However, it all sounds rather dull without the addition of an undead tribesman." The latter words were laced with a touch of morbid humour. Quite often it was the only way to keep oneself sane on the ocean or indeed at any other time.

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

His gaze pierced into hers like flames, and he murmured in a low, sharp tone, “Why do you keep running from me?” Dragon moved even closer, his voice heavy with bitterness. “Stop avoiding this, Jenny. One look at Jerry is enough to tell me the truth. You know it too, don’t you?” Jenny’s voice broke as tears of anger glistened in her eyes. “Stop it!” she cried. Dragon smiled darkly and spoke with unsettling calm, “I don’t want anything, Jenny… except to claim what’s mine.” Jenny took a step back, her voice trembling as she whispered, “They don’t belong to anyone. They’re my world!”

The room fell silent, waiting for Lyon to say something. Grey looked up. Lyon's normally composed expression had become unusually grim. "What is it?" The former knight lowered his voice. "I remembered something." Grey frowned. "From…?" Lyon gulped. Red and Marcus were tensed beside him. "...when I was still lost." The room grew very quiet. Very still. "I wandered far,” Lyon continued, “Much farther than our scouts ever believed." His eyes seemed to stare beyond the walls. "I saw dragons." Grey wasn't surprised. Mindless wolves often crossed vast distances.

Ailduin points to the one I’ve been reading, “is the second.” Buppig looks thoughtful for a second before turning the page back one. “Read the first one, Princess. We call this one, 'The Rise of the Giants.'” “Call me Lily, Buppig.” I say distractedly. I look down and begin reading the first prophecy out loud. When those that have become more earth and animal Begin to rise again It will announce the beginning of the end And the peace within the land will wane. She will call to them and they will rise