Red Dragon Novel Novels & Stories

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."

she said that but she didn't want to admit her inability to resist reading the book. It...called to her. She sat on the steps, sword now placed across her knees, as she opened the book. The words spilled into her mind like sunflower seeds. Valia Rostrag. A dragon who was incomplete. Hair black as night, kissed with streaks of impossible green, eyes like oceans that could drown a kingdom.

She couldn't tell him now, he would only worry about her safety in the manor. “I couldn't read it because it was written in a strange language but the drawing of a dragon at the back told me it might be related to dragons. That's why I brought it” she added. Drake stayed quiet for a few seconds before saying, “Indeed, you are right Elaina. This is a dragon book, these gold encasing are made from dragon scales…” he trailed off as he opened the book curiously. He read a few lines and his eyes visibly dilated in shock. Elaina noticed it and urged him impatiently, “What is it? Can you read the strange language?”

It was a sigil. Round, but malformed. Spilling out into writing I didn’t know, splintered by decay. At the center was a symbol that crawled at something deep in my neck, two dragons, one consuming the other, locked in an endless cycle of blooming thorns. I didn’t know it. But I knew it. Knew it by memory stolen from my bones. “Draven.” His boots were by my side before my boots touched the ground. He didn’t ask what I had discovered. Didn’t need to. He stared.

“Have you seen her spirit form? It’s pure void stuff. And now that she isn’t afraid of herself anymore, there is probably nothing she can’t accomplish.” Pausing, the old drake looks down at his hands that appear far younger than his age. Although he is a dragon nearing 300, he looks to be around my age, closer to 100–like he’s Carnelia’s older brother and not her father. “I’m still not sure if I came back because of myself, or because she brought me back,” he confesses, looking me in the eye once more. “Carnelia is like a barely contained force of nature. She should have died from what to her on that throne. That she didn’t, that she’s come back not just once but twice…Dragons like us, Primu

The people around immediately bowed your head seeing him. He nodded slightly and rushed in, and met the elder who was in charge, Elder Faustus. He was known to be the most knowledgeable and intelligent dragon alive and choose to confine himself to a prison of books. "Your Majesty, pleasure see-" "How does this mate bond work?" He interrupted him immediately. "Huh…?" "Did I stutter?" Draven asked in an intimidating time clearly pissed as his reply. His heart was practically hammering against his chest, and his dragon longed for another. He was at the brink of madness at this point.

I say, turning her face to me. Whatever I was about to say, falls away as a tidal wave of lust blasts through me. I turn to see Cyryl getting up from her nap where she was laying curled up with Bynjym. She hisses at him, then leaps into the air. She’s barely off the ground when Bynjym roars his intent as he, Thyyd, Yttyc, and the other bronzes all leap into the air after her. Cyryl is rising to mate. **This story will continue in The Dragon Rider: Book Two of The Dragon Thief Trilogy.

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

No title on the spine. I pull it from the shelf. LPThe cover is blank. But when I open it, the pages are filled with handwriting. Small. Neat. Careful. I read the first page. “The blood of the Dragon God flows through hidden veins. Most mortals do not know they carry it. They do not know they are more than they seem.” My heart stops. I turn the page. The child of dragon and wolf shall unite the races or destroy them forever. The prophecy is old. Older than any kingdom. Older than any war.

He started to squeeze Louis's neck tightly. Louis started to struggle to free himself away from Drake. But Drake is furious and all he wanted to do right now is kill the man in front of him. By his scent, Drake immediately recognized the other man as a red dragon. Red dragons have a very sinister smell associated with them. "A stupid red dragon" he roared angrily. Louis became purple with a lack of oxygen. His strength is a no match in front of Drake. He is the most powerful living dragon in the world. Soon Louis stopped struggling and Drake let him go after he confirmed that the man is dead.