Marvel Dragon Novels & Stories

All according to the mind link command voiced by Harlow. When we entered Mr. Moris’s office, there was a man I didn’t recognize. His curly jet-black hair was loose down to his shoulders. His eyebrows were thick and his gaze was sharp as he looked back and forth between me and Harlow. He sat beside Mr. Moris and they stood up once we entered inside. “Harlow, Alexa, you’ve come. I wanted you to meet Marlon. He’s a dragon warrior.” Mr. Moris gestured. I didn’t know his purpose, but Harlow shook hands with Marlon. The man then took turns shaking hands with me, Jack, and Julius. We all sat on chairs arranged in a circle. There was no table barrier, an open space to observe each other.

Long Ning’er felt at ease in Long Chen’s embrace; whether it was just a spirit or the real thing, it still managed to calm her troubled heart as she faced the crisis. “Little dragon, you must be careful! Blood slaves are also dangerous to you if they have an emperor-level master above them. Your main task is to capture just one blood slave to bring to me! So I can study them; perhaps I can find a way to remove the blood slave mark from them,” Long Chen explained to the little dragon regarding the true purpose of coming to the battlefield. The little dragon understood; he would not disobey the order Long Chen had given him, even if it meant risking his own life.

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.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

"I am so tired of you all treating me like a doll! I won't break if I get a few scratches!" At my shout, three men's mouths hit the ground. "My god, Mara. You almost bleed out before we could get you to the Sorcerer to heal you. And you still want to go after him? That's suicide and you know it! Sólas is a Draygon, Mara, one of the most powerful ones! Do you really want him to succeed in whatever he was trying to do to you!?" Erik spewed angrily. I know what he did to you, Mara. Tohr said to me, his molten golden eyes boring into me.

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...