Memoirs Of A Dragon Novels & Stories

I never wanted to care about him, damn it, but the heart doesn't always give you a choice. And now to hear from his mouth that he loves me, and that he wants to claim me as his own, to keep me close to his heart and protect me--I don't deserve that affection, not after what I did. It doesn't matter if I didn't have any control. Nor does it matter that I can't remember doing any of it. I know it must be me. Listening to the stories of the villagers who remember, the dragon swooped down from above, shining gold in the moonlight. The nails and horns and the webbing between the partitions of the wings are all as black as ichor. I see this dragon every night in my dreams.

It materialized into figures of people and scenes in a series of flashed memories with emotions in every wave of green. Clara looked up at the dragon, baffled. “What are you showing me?” With eyes never leaving the marvelous flame, Jade responded in a serious tone, “Watch.” And so, she did. Every bit of the flame spread like wildfire until it formed a circular wall around them. The fire grew into a raging inferno in the eyes. The dancing blaze consumed everything in her sight until it was all Clara could see—a brief eternity, a timeless trance. “You see, princess, as a Jade dragon, I have the power to see memories of the land I chanced my wings upon. I know every little thing, the darkest se

Daniel grabs the butcher by the hair, pushing his face into the wooden table. "I suggest you start addressing your king with some respect." Daniels's voice is gruff, coming out almost animalistic. Looking closely at him, I see a glow to his eyes that I have never seen before. Rage is coming off him in waves. I study his demeanor for a moment before it hits me, the glow in his eyes is just like that of a raging dragon. Dragons when upset their eyes take on a deep glow.

“You know what happened.” “I don’t,” he was beginning to get a terrible feeling. “I don’t remember, Ember. It’s all gone. I have… moments. Only fragments of memory. More comes back every day. But for… centuries… I did not even know that I was a dragon. I did not know that you were my mate or that we had a child together.”

"Yes, I need your help in identifying a creature." The royal advisor looked at the king, confused, "A creature, your majesty?" "Yes. You two, show him." The mage showed the royal advisor the memory crystal. When he saw it, his eyes went wide, "I believe this is a dragon, your majesty." "A dragon? Aren't they a notoriously closed-off and secretive race that rarely leaves their territory?" "You are correct, your majesty. However, they do frequently leave their territory for trade with the elves or the Auhura empire. From what I can tell, I believe this could be just a child."

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

“Sir, how is she?” Neela asked nervously. She looked at one of the silent dragons, her face full of worry. ‘The dragon she was looking at must be Belindo.’ Alex didn’t speak but observed silently. He realized that the fifty percent success rate he’d estimated was still a little too optimistic. Among the nine dragons, four didn’t react to the spell and still remained the same as before; three others looked confused, and that counted as… somewhat a success—the Ultimate Book of Medicine had cleansed their souls but had not awakened their memories.

Rex asked, a little unsure if he actually wanted to know the answer. “Well no, even crazy people have a memory of the events they take part in, all the books about crazy people even say that, I would not be surprised if it was the build-up of dragon magic released itself in a way to protect you from harm, it has done it before with Frog” Lacey replied, placing her hand on Rex’s bicep to try and comfort him. “That’s true, I didn’t know you were an avid reader” Lizz asked, a little astonished she had beaten to a response that included theoretical knowledge.

❤️ The Enemy of My Enemy ❤️ Prince Darius wanted to ask so many more questions. His mind was spinning out of control, filled with frantic, scattered thoughts that he could barely keep up with. He wanted to ask if Draevon being the last living dragon meant that Miraeve was a dragon too. Or did she have a completely different kind of beast inside her, seeing as she was royal Khyrador blood? Did she have burning dragon fire flowing through her veins? Could she breathe flames if she really wanted to? Could she erase entire kingdoms with a single breath just like her massive brother? The questions were burning in his throat, itching to spill out.

"If you really want to apologize for all that you did. This is not the right time to do so. Wait until I recover my memory fully before you can apologize '' I replied While I was seated, Alpha Jareth suggested to the dragon prince to show me Drogo, in order to recover my memory. Rex took me to his dragon, I was scared. "Don't be scared, it won't hurt you" Rex said, pulling me towards the cave. I walked into the cave with him seeing the Dragon I had once seen. This time I could take a closer look. Suddenly rapid images came flashing through my eyes. "Make it stop! Make it stop!" I shouted. It made my head hurt so bad. " Drogo, what's happening?" Rex asked with worry. " Master, she's recoverin