Memoirs Of A Dragon Novels & Stories

“Y-you actually remember?!” “It seems, we are the only two people who does,” Mordecai said, touching his lips to silent his companion. “I just got my memory back when I touched the dragon child.” “Dragon...?” Benette looked confused, then brightened up. “Oh, right, Sebastian said Dagon’s very immune to magic, particularly enchantments,” he said in a soft whisper. “Dorin and Johan can’t remember anything as well, and Johan still thinks I dreamt about all of it, but Sebastian believes me,” he added, “he told us not to get too close to her, even if she’s Dorin’s best friend.”

dragons.A dragon so big laying comfortably on the stairs, his skin so beautifully blue...his tail was elegantly long.He was a monster."A dragon!" Alexandra said in a high pitched tone.His face moved...eyes wide open.The colour so adorable, it wasn't even just any colour but it changed from second to second.From green to yellow to red then to blue, he stared at the tiny little humans in front of them.In the wintry weather, he hibernated, they know he awoke by the sudden yell of excited Alexandra.He stood up arcing with out-stretched wings, each as brilliant as stained glass, they held their breath for a while, eyes wide.Perhaps it was the moment they waited for...the struggle...but was it wo

I mumbled, “Well, to be honest, I don’t remember the exact way I met him. All I can recall is that he saved me from a beast when I was strolling in the forest. And as to where I came from, I remember neither of them, who my actual family is. My memory is vague. ” “Did you know back then that he was a dragon?” She inquired next. Why did she seize an interest in Liam? “Yes, he transformed into one back then.” “I see.” she cupped her chin. “Then how did you know Theon and the others are Dragons?” “Ah that,” I exclaimed. “Since I was a child, I can see a human and dragon’s uniqueness! Humans are only normal to my eyes while dragons, they have some colorful orb enclosing them!”

“You cut yourself away from him. But we will help you. We will free you from him. From every memory that holds you back. And when you break, the flame will finally be free.” Sky lifted her head. Her voice trembled, but it was steady. “The dragon fire is not yours. It never will be.” The answer was only a touch. The masked figure pressed its hand to her forehead. Magic pierced her. Not painfully. Cruelly. It reached her memories. Her thoughts. The dragon. The Core. Visions exploded in her mind. Calder falling to his knees with a spear of shadow in his chest. Faith screaming without sound. Lennox turning to ash. And herself, standing in dragon fire, causing all of it.

The roar that left my lips was filled with my rage, with my power. The END but the story continues in book two Her Trapped Dragon

But instead of basking in praise, they became more diligent in expanding their wealth. "When our clan leader ascends as the Chieftain of the Beastfolk, our clan shall prosper beyond reckoning!" … Half a year later, my time came, but the birth was astonishingly easy. Within moments, I delivered three dragon eggs. Staring at the three dragon eggs in my arms, I was dumbfounded. "Weren't we supposed to have babies? Why are they eggs?" Draken softly kissed my forehead. "Dragons don't breed like other beastfolk. We lay eggs, and the little ones will hatch in time. It spares the mother much pain."

"I thought it was just theoretical mathematics. Advanced cryptographic concepts that hadn't been fully explored yet." Sage found herself drawn closer to him, her awakening senses picking up the chaotic swirl of his emotional state, fear, guilt, exhaustion, and underneath it all, a resonance that made her dragon consciousness hum with recognition. When she spoke, her voice carried harmonics that seemed to calm the shadows writhing around his feet. "You couldn't have known," she said gently. "I've been writing about dragons for months without realising I was accessing actual memories. Sometimes our nature expresses itself through channels we don't understand."

Sylara stood calmly in the center of the glass lake, disappointed. “So close,” she said. “But you’ll never reach it.” --- Then the final guardian rose. A dragon of flame and crystal, bound to the Vein itself, climbed from beneath the lake. Its body shimmered like broken mirrors and lava, wings stretching across the sky, eyes like forges. Aria stared in awe. “The first Flameborn.” Lena whispered, “It’s not alive. It’s memory… made flesh.” The dragon roared—and time fractured again, freezing clouds mid-sky and trees in half-motion.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te