Novel & Cerita Memoirs Of A Dragon

ared. Dr. Sina too. This was insane!!! “What do you want to know?” Celia grunted, obviously straining to talk. I did not know why my words would cause her such discomfort, but at this point I did not care. I saw a way to find some answers. And if I could command them to do whatever I want, I would run away – in fact, I would make them let me leave! I just needed to find Leo. “What truth do you wish to know child”, Dr Sina’s soft voice came from behind her. I could see that he too, was straining to speak. “I want to know … about my brother… you said… you said…”.. I was mumbling.. “Yes, it is true… What we said is the truth, but please, I beseech you, could you please allow Mr. Locke to explai

And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet I would remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content. ―Ursula K. Le Guin,?The Farthest Shore Fitful dreams and haunted, shadowy nightmares chased Mikhail through the halls of his mind as he slept. The dragon stirred, trying to reclaim control as images of Elizabeth, his sweet Gloriana, betraying him played over and over. For five centuries his dragon had held the pain of the past at bay. But the moment Piper Linwood came into his life, the fortress around his dragon's heart had begun to crumble.

Hello, everyone! This is XSkylar19. It has been a very interesting ride for me while writing Bane of the Dragons because (fun fact) this was my very first dragon genre. I know some of you probably disliked how everything turned out or how fastpaced everything happened but know that this was intentional as I couldn't drag the story on. Anyway, while this book becomes the first book for dragon genre, it certainly wasn't my first book in the fantasy genre.

I'm not crazy about everyone knowing that my powers, but I know that any ally of our pack is safe. Saige is going crazy in my head when I start smelling the most delicious smell. It smells like sandalwood and mint. I was lost in that scent when the most beautiful dragon I have ever seen lands in our wood line, lets off two children, and after getting dressed approaches us. The man is an Adonis! He has jet-black hair, the most gorgeous emerald green eyes I have ever seen, and he towers over me! The man must be close to seven feet tall! He's tall enough and wide enough to wrap himself around me at least a couple times. Saige keeps saying, "MATE! MATE! Move closer to mate!" I said, "I can't! He

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

I quickly averted my gaze. "You said you recalled something?" Frost prompted, all business. I took a steadying breath, clearing my throat. I couldn't reveal the full truth, but needed to give him enough to earn some trust. "Yes, some memories are coming back slowly. I was a captive of the dragon warlord called Scar." Frost's eyes narrowed slightly at the name of the last dragon but he remained silent, letting me continue. Perhaps he didn't even know who the last dragon was.

He turned back to look at Ver Nooy and saw Hélarion still chopping at the mountain trolls, leaving wide circles of dead around him. The smell was getting worse and a dark cloud of smoke began to fill the sky. A strange wind picked up and a mysterious awful cry came from behind his position. Termâs turned, and there it was. He could not believe his eyes. The sculptures, carvings, and paintings were not enough to prepare him for his first glimpse of a real dragon. It stretched across the sky in a zigzag pattern breathing fire and smoke as it closed in on Ver Nooy. The mighty soldier could think of nothing to do except turn and yell, “Dragon!”

Damien looked at the book Charlotte was holding and noticed that it was a historical book with the legends of dragons . " You choose a rather interesting book . " said king Damien with a smirk . " Huh ? " said Charlotte confused as she looked at the book . " It's a historical book of our world , one of the oldest with legends that have passed down from generation to generation . It has a lot of geographical, archeology and alchemy elements . Will you be able to understand it ? " said king Damien . ' Is he really asking that question to a prodigy student like me ?! He is a king . I am surprised how he hasn't even gotten a CV of mine from the human world . ' thought Charlotte as she flipped th

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.