Lloyd Dragons Rising Novels & Stories

It was too early in the morning, only a couple of hours past midnight and nobody was asleep. Nobody could sleep, the whole of Dragonsbane could not fall asleep. The events that had taken place at midnight was still fresh and still caused some of them to shake and worry, some of them like the kingdom’s most recent bride; Soria. After Ryder and his men had left the palace with Lyra, she had latched on to Zaden and refused to let go, scared that they might come back and take her with them. She had cried, her wedding ceremony was supposed to be a memorable one, well, it was but this was not how she had pictured it would have ended. Never had she pictured it ending with Lyra’s kidnap.

Thank you so much, Princess Chloe and Prince Aidinth. We said our goodbyes and Aidinth and I continued our hike until we were at the top of the mountain. He looked at his watch, "We're right on time." I said, "I'm assuming that dragons get their energy from the sun, instead of the moon, like werewolves." He said, "Yeah. That's why we do this at noon." I smiled and hugged him until the Moon Goddess appeared before us. She said, "Aidinth, Chloe, are you ready for this?" I nodded and he said, "Looks like we are both ready." She said, "Okay, I want you both to stand in this circle." There was a circle that was surrounded by huge rocks.

Powerful, undefeated and immortal. "We shall send the firstborn to spy out the human world, to find out what they can use against us and steal the heart of magic from whoever the keeper is. This time, we will secure our victory." Rowal, the sovereign and alpha of the red dragons, bellows his stand on the plan. He is ruthless, cunning and ambitious, silently wanting the throne of power to be his. The gold dragons are just lucky to be favored by their god, their creator, but he believes he is more fit to lead the remaining clans of flying beast.

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.

Destiny shivered, but before the stinking merchant could reach his chubby dirty hands across the desk, Calder raised one hand and the relatively gray skinned creature shot across the hut until he smashed into the wall and as the older spectrul flicked his wrist the now screaming salesman’s body slammed into the roof of his establishment and Calder snapped his wrist one more time, making a strange motion with his fingers before the still sobbing merchant fell to the floor and then tumbled back across the floor until he lay at Destiny’s feet. Calder calmly placed the books and boxes he held on the floor and floated over the top of the sniveling shop owner, “our young miss is the charge of the

"But this will be the end, Elijah. I will have avenged my family and can move forward with my plans. A deep roar echoed around them. Sophia’s mouth dropped when she saw an enormous dragon, made of lightning, emerge from the clouds and position itself next to Jackson. Its size was unimaginable; the younger Anderson was a speck compared to it. The blue lightning of its form cracked dangerously. Sophia cursed as she lifted herself up, trying to run for Elijah. "Die!" he shouted as he directed the dragon towards Elijah.

Lavi extends his hand. “Then stay by my side, Airen,” he says. “And help me defeat those damned Gods!” Airen grins and extends a large, green nail. “Let us take those b*tches down!” he declares. … *Present* The dragon emerges from the mountain, breathing fire. Its red and blue eyes fall on the Gods and a hint of glee flashes through them. The spider-like creature wails and runs towards the dragon but the latter raises its large, green scaled wings and lets out a loud cry.

Laryn Sir Orland Locksy is a weasel in every sense of the word. I hate him and I hate the realm he lives in. Mucky skies, putrid air, and immoral people. I call it hell's realm. It's also my favorite place to collect treasure. My dragon brothers and I have been many times. It's always a challenge and, best of all, dangerous. I should feel apprehensive bringing my bride here, but what I feel is exhilaration clear to the tip of my dragon's tail.

“Ryder, I don’t have much time. I’m being poisoned by someone close to me and the Florida Elders have reported your wife and son’s dragons. I’m sorry for what will happen to you because they will come for them. A friend of mine wrote this spell for you, any witch can perform it, the people present in the room will remember you but everyone else will forget your history. Your life will be erased and so will your accomplishments but that will also set you free. The first dragoness in our history will either be tamed or killed and I’m so sorry. Perhaps you’ll still have time to stop the attack. Hurry Ryder, your family’s not safe.” “They’re dead,” Lucas said clenching his fists. “Any retaliatio

she murmurs. We watch as the dragon shoots flames at the elf. He ducks, using his earth element to block her fire. “I know what this is,” Lilith says, her nose nearly touching the scry she’s watching so intently. “What? What is it?” I ask her. “This is how you claim a dragon. He’s trying to claim her, to make her his. If he wins, he becomes her rider and her life becomes bonded to his. This is what we’ll have to do when we get those dragon eggs. We’ll have to claim our dragons like this,” she says excitedly.