North American Dragons Novels & Stories

"Why, though?" "Because Kiddra city is our capital and our most sacred land, no one other than the dragon race has ever set foot here and lived. The reason is that this is our ancestral homeland. All dragons, at one point, lived right here; that was possible because, in the beginning, our kind only numbered in the hundreds. So it's seen as an unforgivable crime for another race to set foot here."

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

But today, her focus was off, and she knew why. It was a Dragon Moon--just not for their kingdom. Rather, the kingdom directly to their north, Hightower, would be forced to make the sacrifice that night. Every time a Dragon Moon rolled around, Nya found it difficult to concentrate, even when it wasn’t her kingdom who would choose someone to be taken by the dragon. Just the idea that the bastard would be flying through the sky, filling the air with shrieks and fire, claiming another innocent life. Even if it wasn’t a citizen from Frindom, it was a person who would be dead soon enough, someone who was blameless, and that wasn’t right.

18 dragons took form around him and began circling the sky, roaring in the bliss of being set free. Azure Dragon Elder got his name from his talent. Azure Dragon Deathmatch, 18 Dragons lived in his body, they were all mana with a pseudo-conciousness attached. The dragons knew who their enemy was and went after her the moment they came into the world. Verra was locked in close combat with Milton while the dragons were owning in on her. She used the liquid lighting as a coating for her gauntlets and armor. Every time she clashed with Milton's axe or gave a blow to his body, the lightning would numb his skin or the electricity would travel up his axe and numb his hand. A bit of numbness could n

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

Haldor asks with real interest. “Yes. Why does it matter?” “Where I come from we call that a dragon aura.” “So Bryce is a dragon now?” I ask, finding it impossible to hide the disbelief in my voice. “No. Dragons are myth, you majesty,” Haldor says and gives me a weird look. “But the dragon aura belongs to wolves who are… of unknown origin and usually part of the ancient bloodlines. The first wolves. They are known for their unspeakable evil and cruelty.”

I knew that she’d be beautiful, but I hadn’t expected this. I didn’t have long to take in the glistening garnet color of her scales as she circled around Vega and her father. Vega’s dragon, a harsh dark contrast to Amelia’s. Abner growled at her, swiping his clawed hand against her flank. Flinging his daughter away from him with a roar. It had been too long since he’d shifted, and now it was taking him longer than normal. Amelia dove in. She wasn’t as graceful as Vega, but she was quickly learning her size as she dug claws into his body. Blood spurting in an arch through the air.

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

Younger than me by five centuries, he was the best dragon for the job when it came to setting the werewolves on fire because his dragon was always on fire, literally. On my left were the twin dragon CEOs, Kelan and Declan Saxoni. They were the same age as me, even one of the prospective kings on the list before I stepped and claimed the throne. They hold power over the North and South poles, bearing the dragon power of water and ice. Sitting next to them was Lady Elvira Daggerhorn, a blonde-haired beauty who holds our hotel chains and rules over the entertainment industry. As a dragon, her growls stun the werewolves at a close distance.

Surprise and alarm rippled through the room. Alpha Kaelen of the Iron-Tooth Pack, a fiercely independent leader from the craggy Western territories, slammed his fist against his thigh. "Dragon-Wolves?! The sky dynasties haven't crossed the veil in five hundred years! They are myths... legends spoken of in ancient northern scrolls!"