Marvel Dragon Novels & Stories

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

Mavric’s voice thundered, filled with an ancient rage capable of crumbling buildings. Marcus stumbled backward, but he remained calm. “He looked at Mavric with a crooked smile.” "Mavric Thorne.” The Dragon of London. You are indeed as fast as they say. But remember this... I can get in here whenever I want. “And next time, I won't just come to talk." Before Mavric could pull the trigger again, Marcus threw a phosphorus smoke bomb onto the floor. Blinding white light filled the room, followed by thick, suffocating smoke.

In all my years of palace training, of listening to council meetings and enduring the elders endless droning about alliances, I had never once heard that word. Orion gave me a look like I was clueless. “Of course you haven’t. Rogues don’t get Lances. Can’t. They’re not bound to the moon anymore. Lances are rare wolves born with cores. Abilities that make them different from everyone else. Mirabel’s officially marked as Black Core.” Mirabel’s mouth curved slightly, but she didn’t say anything. Draven cut in, matter-of-fact. “That’s just what they think. Truth is, she’s more than that. Half-dragon.”

"I saw everything. Everything." "Do not work yourself out. What is it all about?" "A calm prelude before the tempest," she said, having a solemn expression staring ahead in the horizon passed the faces of all the inhabitants of Mars who regarded her in concern. She wasn't seeing them but the beast living in that very moment who will possibly cause the earth to be no more. That Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the red dragon in Rahu. The one in whom an Aryan princess shall face in the near future...

Raven admits, after taking a deep breath making my grip around my mates tighten. “Together with Liliana, and her mates, we will bring balance back to, humans, vampires, werewolves, lycans, witches, fae, and dragons. It will be hard work, especially while fighting Dagon.” I reach down and pet Embry, as he moves to get comfortable in our laps, without hurting us. “Dragons?” Raven looks up at me with wide eyes, making Jonathan and I chuckle, as Embry laughs through the link.

"We all are sure about this because Draco will never ever invite his biggest enemy ever to be part of his happy moments, After the attack, he lost his powers, paused his desire of conquering the world of magic because of Dad and Aunt Vincent." "Precisely, he knows that now you both own the Red Moon powers, one of the Ultimate powers," "Dyna is pretending to help us, but whole-heartedly she will remain a dragon," "What say?" she chuckled. "Hmm, I think you make sense." Mars responded scratching his temple. "Ohh, my doctor lover, there are a lot many complicated things other than science." she chortled pinching his nose. "Yes, my smart girl," he said pulling her closer.

Orion lands with a murderous snarl, crouching above her head on all fours, wings spread to their full, menacing breadth, splayed out like a bloodthirsty threat. Darla lands on all fours just mere inches in front of the dragon and leaps agilely backwards, just in time to avoid the jet of shimmering blue-green fire streaming from Orion’s maw. Darla lands deftly on the ground on two human feet, transformed back once more. A mischievous little grin graces her features, beautiful and undaunted even in the face of a massive dragon. “So,” she says, cocking her head. “Orion will be your partner for the day, then.”

Malrik launched again, fangs lengthening, the monster fully awake now—but Drael flicked a wrist and slammed Malrik into the floor so hard a crater formed where his body hit. He didn’t move. Drayan lunged at Drael next—silver blade drawn—but the entity caught the weapon between two fingers. “Drayan,” he said. “Still loyal to the wrong brother.” Drayan spit blood in his face. Drael sighed. “Rude.” He backhanded Drayan across the room. I swallowed my fear, shoved Mara into Afsana’s shaking arms. “Take her. Hide. Don’t stop running until you reach the west wing.”

He just laughs making Mitalonys growl. “Now why would that happen?” “Dragons don’t like being locked up,” I snarl. His eyes widen in shock making me smirk. “So, you’re a dragon then,” he growls and suddenly the room is empty. I yell in frustration and bang my fist against the door. Damn it Mitalonys!!! How could you tell him! I snarl, furious with my dragon for making me confess. He would figure it out eventually, besides, even though he knows you are a Fire dragon, he doesn’t know that you are a Fury dragon, he reasons.