Novel & Cerita Popular Dragon Books

I thought with a scornful look on my face. "I can't wait to control their feeble mind," Kendra, my dragon, said with an excited look. "For making fun of how I looked." This war had started years ago when I first accidentally found a book titled the first dragons. And then someone helped me to know more about the first dragons, and their history. Everything started with that first book. The book was buried deep in the depth of a library, and that was the only print, I had found out later. The fascination became obsession and the obsession became need.

Drake reassured with a small smile. Elaina nodded in understanding and kept trying. After sometime Drake got an idea and he reached out to take the harp from her, “How about we take a little break and learn something new?” He suggested. Elaina frowned a little but let him take the harp. “What do you mean?” Drake picked up the ancient book and handed it to her before saying, “We have never really gone through this book properly, aside from the ritual and recitations, there is some written history of dragons in it. Take your mind off music for now and let's learn something new”

"No, that's what the female dragons like to read. I don't have access to warrior books, as only Aaron and his majesty have the keys to the male library." "Hmm, So what are these three books about? Have you read them?" I asked, seeing the first novel was about a princess and a beast, the second book was about a poor lady that had only one wish to marry the wealthiest dragon, and the third one, how to seduce a male dragon.

I state. “Well, then they aren't on her legs because she wears shorts all the time.” Dray points out. “They must be on her upper body. She never wears anything low cut and she doesn't show off her stomach.” Drake says. That would make sense, then. I tell them that until she shifts that these are only suspicions. I tell them that I doubt that her parents realized this and that she doesn’t know either. “Black crystalline opal dragons are rarely even mentioned when learning about dragons. Mainly because they are supposed to be a myth and since no one could ever prove or disprove the last one existed they get mentioned in the book but that is it.” I comment.

Kenji circled, slow predator, jet hair slicked, ruthless, dragon tattoo peeking, collar-open gi, porcelain skin sheened with faint exertion. "Breathe into the draw," he murmured, gravel-velvet low, positioning behind—chest brushing my back, heat-jarring, scarred jaw grazing asymmetrical bob. His hands overlaid mine on the hilt, porcelain fingers guiding steel whisper-pull, bodies aligning forms intimate. "Speed is surrender. Precision claims." Bokken flashed arc perfect, my strike slicing air hiss, mahogany arm extending unyielding. He pressed closer fraction, hips nestling mine deliberately, breath hot lobe. "Again."

Flavius's eyes widen at Neron's words as he chokes out a cough. "A den of beast is not the words I'd use to describe this place. But I must admit this has been a very educational experience," Flavius tells him. "That is because we dragons are seekers of vast knowledge. My horde alone holds one of the largest archives in Midgar. You are bound to learn a thing or two staying here," I say. "As much as I would love to continue discussing the extensive knowledge of dragons there is a point to our arrival," Daniel says. "Awe yes, I nearly forgot. As stated in the original deal between our people I've brought with me the requested weaponry and medical kits," Neron tells us.

I change into a pair of leather pants and a bra strapping my sword to my waist. While I'm changing, Flavius wanders around the room, lightly brushing his fingers across the many bookshelves I have carved out of the mountain wall. "When I thought of your room, I never thought of so many books. I thought it would be full of weapons and armor," he says jokingly. "I love to read, honestly," I respond. "I’m surprised, though; you even have books written in other languages," he remarks. "There is a lot of great literature that came from the elves and the fae. As a dragon, I am fluent in all languages. I only have to hear the language once, and I can speak it," I tell him nonchalantly.

Elizabeth packs her beautiful blond hair in a ponytail as she widens her red ruby eyes as well in suspense. “Dragons!”Historia begins. “Those scary looking, regal gigantic birds, with ginormous bar-like wings and heads like huge lizards clustered with horns and impregnable scales. They have long bard tails like armored horses, and sharp-clawed teeth that can rip you apart and chew your bones. They spit out volcanic fire that can devour a whole city.

It only illustrated an image of a dragon. She spun a few pages, then decided to read the entry book. Wanting to make sure that she wasn’t hallucinating or dreamt about seeing dragons. She ran her finger over the words on the first page. (If this book finds you, then you are a descendent of the mighty Apepi.) Catori span to the next page, feeling confused about who Apepi was and also wanting to know more, especially if Dragons were real. (Originating from the land of Britannica, Dragons are neither malevolent nor benevolent.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.