Rise Of The Brave Tangled Dragons Novels & Stories

Finally, after a minute, Walter told me to stop, "That's enough. It'll be able to tell me what your level is now." I removed my hand, and Walter pulled the item closer and turned it around to face him. As he looked at the results, he looked surprised. When I noticed his reaction, I couldn't hold back my curiosity, "What does it say?" "This tells me you can use level 8 spells!" "I thought only pink-eye dragons can do magic after level 7?" "Normally, yes, but it's not unheard of for someone to have strong enough mana to just about use level 8 spells. You're considered a rare talent for a dragon without pink eyes, just like I already knew when you were born and showed a talent for changing form

She felt their presence in her dreams, heard their whispers on the evening breeze, and saw flashes of their majestic forms when she closed her eyes. They guided her, lending her strength and courage when doubt threatened to consume her. Together, Sable and the Dragonkin pushed forward, their bond growing stronger with every step. Finally, after weeks of perilous travel, they arrived at the entrance of a hidden valley nestled between towering mountains. It was said that within this valley lay the last remnants of the dragons' domain—a sacred sanctuary where the truth awaited.

As if she was telling me not to be afraid. With a graceful movement, Drogo lowered herself, inviting me to mount her back. The sensation was surreal, an unparalleled and remarkable elevation as she carried me up the sky, I was soaring through the skies on top of a dragon. I had believed these creatures to be mere beasts, yet now I understood they were so much more. They give peace and maybe joy.

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

Meanwhile my hair smelled like coconut with a mixture of honey, lips covered with light shine, pulling lower lips out of my tooth grip. "Bite your lips back, I won't be able to control the thoughts that I have," Dragon said, on fire. My breath was on and off. Dragon approached a revolution and deprivation in his eyes: "I know you're approaching me only to retaliate!" "Even if I killed you now," I stood on my heel and grabbed him near his black collar. "You'll do me a favor, you idiot, then I'll die on your hand, Jenny."

I stand rooted to the spot, a silent witness to the unfolding spectacle, my heart pounding in my chest. As I watch in awe, Thrystan conjures his own flames, crafting them into a sinuous ribbon of fire reminiscent of a dragon's coil. With practiced precision, he sends the fiery tendril hurtling towards the assailants, ensnaring them in its fiery embrace. The flames do not scorch their flesh, but bind them in place, rendering them powerless and petrified. In that moment, it becomes clear – Thrystan is not merely a Scorcher; he possesses the legendary Dragonfire within him.

Dhruv's shimmered with hints of silver, like moonlight on water, while Ravi's bore streaks of ocean green, reminiscent of the hidden depths of the jungle pools. The three of them towered over their younger brothers, standing nearly thirteen feet when fully upright on their tails, their resting coils alone stretching over six feet. They had been the first, the strongest, the protectors of their brood. Four centuries later came the next clutch-Viren, Omkar, Jatin, and Karan. Ocean blue scales, leaner builds, but no less powerful. Viren's had faint golden edges, Jatin's bore speckles of white like seafoam, and Omkar's held streaks of copper, a rare shade among their kind. They were the most spi

The roar that left my lips was filled with my rage, with my power. The END but the story continues in book two Her Trapped Dragon

At that moment, the internal energy released from Ambrose and Hidden Dragon almost made the sky crack into pieces! Ambrose and Hidden Dragon were both top warriors in the world. Ambrose, with the Tyrant Hammer, was one of the younger generation warriors from the nine continents. As for Hidden Dragon, he was the infamous leader of the pirates in the sea and was known as the King of the Sea! With the both of them joining forces, a terrifying energy froze instantly in the air, forming a huge bright ball, and charged towards Donoghue. The bright ball carried the strong energy from Hidden Dragon and Ambrose. It was exceptionally powerful.

Tears slid down Rosalie's cheeks as she watched them disappear into the distance. She knew very well that the four were willing to die in battle. Whether or not they would be lucky enough to return alive was out of her hands now. There was a loud roar as both Unus and Duo revealed their true forms almost simultaneously. Up in the skies above Draepolis, two black sea dragons blocked Nehemiah's path with their gigantic bodies. "What's that?" "Am I seeing things? T-They look like the sea dragons in legends!" "Dragons really exist!"