Memoirs Of A Dragon Novels & Stories

Filled with fire and volcanos as far as the eye could see. Until one day, when in every corner of the world, a blood-freezing howl was heard. No one knows how, but a great beast had made his nest at the top of the tallest Vulcano in Valaria. A dragon... It terrorized travelers for decades until a young prince from the southern kingdom set on an adventure to kill the beast. For years and years, no one heard from him and all assumed he was dead. Until the prince reappeared. Riding the dragon he tamed and bearing the flags of all the other kingdoms he conquered alone, building the empire of Valaria.

My eyes snap wide open, and my body feels warm; I can feel it sweat. That dream was intense, or should I say memory. It was Sera's memories of the day she fought that evil dragon and sacrificed herself to save the world from his demise. My brain is still fizzled from seeing my grandmother's memories, but I felt I was there to see why Sera did what she did. Me. The evil dragon, Eldron, wanted my mother; still a child, to steal Alice, who wasn't born yet, as his bride. The thought of having a child bride sickens me.

It would only be a reminder of lies my life had been for over thirty years. Stepping out of the tent, many dragons walked along the paths of their jobs. Many washed clothes in the steaming pond, and others cooked over the open bonfire. I was fooled for so many years, and many dragons here are the same. My dragon perked up within my chest, pulling me toward the archives.

I’m just human. I’ve heard the name “Black Dragon” in every dangerous mission. All of them succeeded. I wasn’t even aware that he is younger than me. But now, upon knowing him, I know I felt jealous or envious of him. I know jealousy won’t help in the kind of job I have. Se7en always say, “Don’t allow jealousy to enter your heart and mind. It will become a monster that will devour and destroy you anytime.” I always tried to follow it though I know I don’t need it before because I’m the best of Dark Knight. But now that Black Dragon arrived, I dunno if I can still obey it. I sighed and glanced at him. *End of Flashback*

Working by Zarek’s side since childhood, he had seen it before his own eyes more times than he could count over the years. Dragons were the apex predators of the known world. They evolved to be massive killing machines. Visions from the past of huge teeth and razor sharp claws filled his mind. Thirty-seven years later, he could still hear the sound of human flesh being ripped apart. The sound! Oh the sound! The sound would haunt him for the rest of his days! He tugged at his shaggy blond hair, a nervous habit carried from boyhood when he was anxious or scared. Tauric needed ale; fast.

TWO WEEKS LATER... Zemora's POV I have been living the life of a Queen rather than a slave brought to be the King's breeder. My decision to form an alliance with the Dragon King was the right thing to do. He was a man of his words and full of action. Every night he dedicates his time to fill me up with his fiery seeds. I won't be surprised if one day, I start to spit fire. His drive for sex was on another level and when he started it, he always finished the next morning.

The clatter was loud, banging through the hall and echoing off the stones, thundering in the small space between us. Everything clicked back into place and I heard a low growl. I didn't think, I just moved. I turned ready to run. I knew, at that moment, that I couldn't be caught. Dracula had been angry enough at me, but there was something else in his voice, a warning. And now, I was face to face with two dragons, two dragons who knew that I had overheard their secrets. Two dragons that were planning something dangerous, something bad. Two dragons that didn't seem to care about the rules.

I said. “He looks nearly black, except for the white on his chest,” Elder Neil remarked. “Megan’s dragon is white, not sure if that could be the cause,” I said. “A dragoness?” Elder Charles asked as he sat up straight. “Yes,” I said feeling a bit uneasy. “What a sight! Can we meet her?” Elder Neil asked. “Megan went to visit her mother for a few days, maybe next time Elders,” I said. “Such a pity, well this afternoon surely was informative,” Elder Jackson said.

As the realization that this massive dragon was most likely Murdok Rori grabbed onto the claw still holding her, and she opened her mouth to speak when the sound of Henry’s laughter pulled her attention away. The book was now floating above his hand and as he chanted Rori watched as translucent, almost glowing bones formed into an armor around him and Rori gasped. Henry pointed his hand toward the massive dragon and a zap of lightning shot from his palm straight into the shoulder of the dragon, causing Murdok to scream in pain, but he did not loosen his grasp on Rori. Henry fired a few more bolts that all hit Murdok and Rori couldn’t stand by and watch her stepfather kill the man that saved

Taran looks sad, “No, but something in me says to find my mother first. I want to know where they looked. The books aren’t completely accurate.” “Taran,” my voice is quiet. I want to learn more about dragons. What parts of the myths are authentic, and what are false? “Will you tell me what is true about dragons? I know about the first dragon and the stone. I want to know why you breathe fire. Are you made of fire? What do dragons eat? Are you born as a human or dragon? Since dragons are reptiles, wouldn’t they lay eggs? How did humans conceive dragons?”