Rankin Dragons Novels & Stories

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

Of course, he would be safe, beside him. “What are you…” “Remember, you are a dragon heart. Yisuf will take good care of you.” Riyin didn’t understand. Who was Yisuf? The witch had also called him a dragon but he had no idea what she had been babbling about and now, his father was using the word too. “I love you, son.” The witch was bashing herself against the runes and one of the symbols fell to the ground and disappeared in a puff of smoke. His father shut his eyes and started to chant. A bright light formed from one of the bookshelves and it widened. The witch screeched, “He is mine!”

“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”

said Rene with a serious nervous expression as she looked at the sky . " Isn't this just a normal storm ?! We in the human world have storms like this too . Sometimes it rains heavily . Luckily it isn't raining . We just finished cleaning the windows . " said Charlotte . " The cleaning is not important now . Storms like this are rare in our world . The last time there was such a bad storm , the crystals stopped working for nearly a week . " said Rana . " Crystals ?! " said Charlotte surprised . " Just like that thing that you are holding in your hand . We dragons have our own gadgets too and those are the crystals . We use the crystals to do almost everything . " said Rana .

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

Kael Ashveyn is no ordinary dragon king; alpha blood runs through his veins, a legacy from the mother who broke tradition to love a wolf. So when the mate bond drags him to Sable Windmere, a weak, powerless omega from the territories his court despises, his pride refuses to accept her. He humiliates her, ignores her, treats her as beneath him until the bond forces something in him to notice every time she's hurt, every time she's disrespected, every time she flinches. His wolf won't let it go, even as his dragon fights to. Slowly, unwillingly, Kael starts to change. And Sable, who has spent her life believing she deserves nothing, starts to wonder if the king who once discarded her might be

“So I am assuming it’s a tier six dragon.” “But elemental dragons are tier five, right? The dragons who rule all the fifteen elements of the universe?” Nesryn asked. “True. But this is a dead dragon, which means he is old enough to reach the rank of an elder dragon, so a tier six,” I said. “Woah!!! Tier six dragons are almost as powerful as gods!” Cedric slammed his palms and face on the glass, staring at the claw. “You won’t be able to steal the claw from Raven, so don’t waste your time,” I said.

Miller’s voice trembled with concern. “Daran…” I whispered through my tears, watching the two dragonlings. “They’re turning into red dragons, somehow,” Daran explained, his face grim. “The dragons from the Blue Dragon realm—like these—they’re supposed to have their fire glands sealed. That’s why they’re usually calmer and gentler.” Grabbing Daran’s cloak tightly, I stared into his eyes. “Daran, they can still go home! They’re angry because they just want to go back! They have a place to go back to!” I said, my voice filled with emotion.

"What?" Azalia couldn't believe her ears. Surely, she hadn't heard Melech right. "A dragony?" She repeated in a puzzled voice. "Nobody in their right mind would ride such a dangerous creature." Dragonies were small dragon-like creatures belonging to the Adom Kingdom. They were a dark orange colour, their wings and bodies covered with red scales strong enough to stop a blade. They were gorgeous but could breathe fire and had extremely sharp fangs and claws that could kill a man on the spot. Azalia would never dare approach one of those too close.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.