Potion Of Dragons Majesty Novels & Stories

Apart from the modern human world , the earth , another parallel world existed , a whole world on its own that was connected to earth through a secret portal . The other world , was filled with dragos , magicians , witches , mystical creatures and demons . A world that humans think it only exists in fairytales for children............but no ! It was real and this magical world was ruled by king Damien PenDraco , a pure dragon . The PenDraco famiy's dragons were the strongest among the other dragons . Dragons in this world were a bit different from normal dragons . They had the form similar to human . They could transform into dragons too but most of the time they remained in a human form bo

"Ugly thing, hahaha. No matter how beautiful you are, with your wings?burned to ruin, Morpheus will never want you again." “Once you finish my medicine tests, I’ll be blessed by the ice element. I’ll marry Morpheus in your place, and become the Ice Dragon princess instead of you.” She viciously jammed her finger into one of the wounds on my wing, a hungry, expectant look on her face. The blue sapphire on that finger was shining with a dazzling light. I grabbed her arm, shook it off and calmly said, “Doesn’t matter. He’s yours.”

I asked in disbelief. “That's a dragon secret,” Drago said and I looked at him with a frown. “Our scales have healing properties of their own, among them are anti-inflammatory properties. That's why we don't seek medical help in our dragon form unless we're seriously injured.” “Wow.” I looked at the cup of tea and finished drinking it all. I felt much better and helped clean up the remains of dirty junk in the kitchen, then we went out as Connor came in with three birds holding leaves for contraceptive tonic.

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

I adjusted Bellezza’s body on my shoulder. “Hand me the monk’s blood,” I ordered, as I extended my free hand, “and get ready to run.” Morgan handed me a small glass bottle containing a green-colored substance called the monk’s blood and strapped the bag to his chest tighter. When this blood combines with the clear substance on the ground, also known as the Dricola, the oil of a dragon’s fang, hymns would erupt. This should show us the portal’s entrance and it would only stay up for 10 seconds.

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

I could feel something moving through me, an attraction that I hadn’t felt before. Sure, he was tall, dark, and handsome. His cheekbones were high and his body looked like something that had been molded by the gods. It didn’t explain why a part of me wanted to lay my head down against him. To rub my cheek against his scarred chest, press my lips against those four ragged lines. “I’m a dragon and I've claimed you as my mate.” I didn’t say anything to him, I didn’t know what that meant. A dragon, that I was his mate. How was I supposed to respond to that?

I feel like I’ve slipped into the twilight zone. “Is there an antidote to this ice lily?” I ask her and she smirks, raising an eyebrow. “Yes, there is always an antidote to every poison. It’s called dragon flame. The dragons have this plant. It is sacred to them. I will need to head back and speak to the chieftain. I pray he agrees to give us it. If not, then I fear Morpheus will die.” I stand up and pace the room. “I’m going with you. I need to speak to them.” She opens her mouth to speak.

The bare-branched trees won’t serve as a proper cover for anything and then I look up in the sky… My breath hitches when I see the white dragon, An arctic dragon, ethereal and lithe as it flies not too high up. Its shadow covers me momentarily. I stand there mesmerised as I watch it fly for some time with a strangely thudding heart. The afternoon rays of the sun reflect on its snowy white form, making the greyish-white wings look veiny and almost translucent and making it look more majestic. An arctic dragon is as rare as a basilisk. I feel my heart lodge in my throat when the beast slightly tilts its head, its beady black eyes meet mine. Its gaze narrows slightly before it veers and begins