Monster Hunter Red Dragons Novels & Stories

I hope, like the last three times he went out, that he comes home without an egg. There are six colors of dragons – the rarest are the golden queens. They are the most powerful of all dragons. Their mates are primarily the formidable silver dragons, known for their speed, agility, and power. But there are also bronze dragons, always males, who, in rare instances, are strong enough to mate with a queen. Then there are green dragons who are also male and red and blue dragons, which are always females, and usually mate with green or bronze dragons. I hate the practice of hunting dragon eggs. Dragon riders are rare, exceptionally rare. However, those who become dragon riders have the power and s

That was because he was from the True Dragon Clan, one of the three celestial monsteriods. The true dragon clan was originally the king of the monsteroids. They possessed extreme speed and naturally had the ability to control thunder and water energy. They were regarded as invincible among all. Standing in front of Leigh at that moment was Drake Wyrmthorn, the son of the current Monsteriod King Keith Wyrmthorn in Thunderpeak Region. Not only was Drake Wyrmthorn born under the bloodline of the True Dragon Clan, he was also from the extremely rare Golden Dragon Bloodline under the True Dragon Clan.

With one sweep of his hand, he tore a hunter’s spear in half, the wood splintering as if it were kindling. His voice boomed, resonant and terrible. “I warned you, the gods are watching and now their servants test our strength.” Axel snarled, “Save your riddles, Draikos! Fight!” And fight he did. Malrik moved with inhuman grace, striking with bare hands that broke metal as though it were glass. When a hunter drove a silver spear toward him, his skin glowed faintly as his scales shimmered across his forearm before fading again. Raven’s breath caught as she got a glimpse of what he truly was. Not just a man, or a wolf but a dragon.

She watched as intelligence swam behind the eyes of the dragon that had found her, yet never gave her away. They were as magnificent as they were deadly. She fell back onto her hands, confused about how she could be in awe of such vile creatures. What has come over me?

Their racket was giving me a headache, but inside, I was feeling all warm and fuzzy. Lorenzo stood by the bed watching us, his expression caught somewhere between holding back a smile and letting out a sigh of relief. "You knew they could talk all along," I said. "Yup." "You also knew what they are." "Red dragons," he replied. "They're my flesh and blood, so of course they're red dragons." I felt my brain short-circuit in that moment. "W-What did you just say?" Lorenzo sat on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

Watching the fate of their almighty leader. They watch as the man of all our nightmares has his throat ripped out by an unknown she wolf. I felt his last heart beat as he drifts into the darkness. Sending the monster to hell where he belongs. And that's it its over. The last of the Dragons are run off. Chased by our fighters into the trees. The clearing was covered in bodies of both sides. Blood ran through the mud and grass in streams. Hundreds dead. Many more injured. I stood over Torrent's dead body and let out my strongest howl I could muster.

“Didn’t even take to the sky. She walked in her dragon form. Flames followed her footprints, as if the ground itself had wanted to burn for her. The warlord laughed, said she’d come to die. Then she opened her mouth and roared—not a sound, a force. It split the clouds. The intensity of her first breath took his army. The second, his wings. By the third, he was begging to end it.” Silence. The men stared into the crackling fire, hearing ghosts in its hiss. “Red dragons,” whispered the barkeep, “they say their hearts beat with molten rage. Every pulse is war.” The hunter nodded slowly. “And hers worse than any other you'd encounter." "Hope never to encounter one in its rage" The young boy besi

To feel the pain of past victims and lose your mind and sanity on a moonless night where the night loses its Yang completely until you find your yeouiju. All the past incarnations of the Red Dragon who didn't get their yeouijus all died before turning twenty. Because of their New Moon rampages, the descendants of the Red Dragons are scarce compared to the other three. They all had white hair. Even the ones that did get their yeouiju, didn't all get happy endings. Some choose to live life as a human and forget about their purpose, others decide to live with ambition and turn out to be tyrants, psychopaths and some even commit suicide or killed. There are a total of two Red Dragons to ever exi

I really can't tell. From the globe, the Red Dragon shoots out waves of fire from its throat. Then it turns to the entrance of the hallway, facing our little monitor, and its gold eyes release some kind of yellow laser that makes a mess of the once spotless room. It seems the dragons can't see us from there. What a relief. I feel the floor beneath us trembling from the effect of the yellow laser, taking me by surprise. But the other creatures are still watching, in that fixed position. All bedazzled.

Raven admits, after taking a deep breath making my grip around my mates tighten. “Together with Liliana, and her mates, we will bring balance back to, humans, vampires, werewolves, lycans, witches, fae, and dragons. It will be hard work, especially while fighting Dagon.” I reach down and pet Embry, as he moves to get comfortable in our laps, without hurting us. “Dragons?” Raven looks up at me with wide eyes, making Jonathan and I chuckle, as Embry laughs through the link.