Memoirs Of A Dragon Novels & Stories

I thought with a scornful look on my face. "I can't wait to control their feeble mind," Kendra, my dragon, said with an excited look. "For making fun of how I looked." This war had started years ago when I first accidentally found a book titled the first dragons. And then someone helped me to know more about the first dragons, and their history. Everything started with that first book. The book was buried deep in the depth of a library, and that was the only print, I had found out later. The fascination became obsession and the obsession became need.

“So you see, Julia? That’s what mesmerizes me. Watching something fight with all its will… knowing that in the end, I will win. I always win.” He stepped closer to the barrier, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. I met his stare with a slow, defiant smile. “That’s because you’ve never had an enemy like me before.” A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes, but I didn’t stop. “I’m no firefly,” I continued, tilting my head slightly. “I’m a dragon. And if you tried to crush me in your grasp, I’ll burn you down—take you to hell with me if I have to.”

At my coming-of-age ceremony, I failed to shift. I was the heir to the Silver Serpent tribe, but all I could grow were a few ugly scales. My fiancé and my best friend stepped in front of me and roared at the crowd. "Shut up, all of you! Anyone who dares mock the heir is making an enemy of us!" While I was still downcast over my failure to shift, I overheard my best friend complaining to my fiancé that someone with inferior blood like mine had no right to hold on to the position of heir. She promised to help him take my place. Before long, rumors swept through the tribe that I had betrayed the Beast God and was nothing but a lowly lizard. My fiancé tied me to a stake in the ceremonial square

“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”

She looked at me as if I had sprouted two heads “Charlee, that’s impossible. There hasn’t been dragons on this plane of existence in thousands of years, and even then, they weren’t… human? They were dragons, just dragons, I remember my Grandpa used to tell me how dragons had riders, but dragons could not live without their riders and riders could not live without their dragons… when the war broke out they were hunted to extinction.” I felt a deep ache in my chest, Helens memories of the war were flashing through my mind like an awful trailer to a movie. Blood, death, pain. Dragons mourning their riders, riders fighting side by side with their dragons until they both perished. Pure and utter

asked Drake again. June swallowed. She remembered the night she had held grudges for a whole year. "You remember it?" asked June at last. “There is a dragon mark appearing on your body. That's a sign you are my mate and we have made love," said Drake. Drake's answer made June's heart ache. He didn't remember anything about that night at all. "What's the point of it if you don't remember it at all?" June asked in a weak voice. She hated that tears started to peek at the corners of her eyes, as if it couldn't wait to roll down her cheeks.

Chapter 46: Flames of War Chaos exploded around us before I could even catch my breath. Draven’s cock was still buried deep inside me, thick and pulsing from his latest load, when the first dragon roar shook the walls of my childhood home. The ground trembled. Glass shattered somewhere in the kitchen. My mother screamed and Kael dove under the table like the coward he was.

The younger two, the boy and girl, smiled faintly, like this was all part of some private joke. Mirabel, though, stayed rigid. “You’re right,” she admitted. “We knew you were coming. What I don’t understand…” Her gaze bore into Orion. “…is how you know my name.” Orion gave her that infuriating half-smile. “Maybe… we’ve met.” Her brows drew together. “No. I would remember. We don’t forget. Not ever.” She leaned closer, eyes narrowing to slits again. “We’re half-dragons. Memory is carved into us like bone. If you know me, and you’re still alive…”

Kylie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all, Delores was speaking of dragons, beings that were so powerful that their mere presence in her world was enough to tip the scales of war. A dragon was not something that could be easily ignored, and she doubted that the entire world of Beastmen put together could even put up a fight when faced with a dragon. Besides, one of the greatest Beastmen clans had a dragon as their descendants; yet Delores was referring to them like she did insects.

Valoreth tailbone slammed against the ground before he realized he jerked himself away from the soldier's hold. "Don't eat him yet Lily, he is a family" Duncan said to the dragon who glared at him. "The beast has my wife's memories. Trust me, she's a breath away to rain fire upon you" Valoreth shivered on his spot. This was the largest dragon he had ever seen. Arianna's dragon. It glared at him. "Worry not my friend it won't eat you." Valoreth breath out in relief but his heart plummeted when he added...