روايات وقصص ضمن Rise Of The Dragon Book

And in the final battle, beneath the shattered moons and the dying sun, Zenobia made her choice. She knew she could not kill him. But she could contain him, so summoning the last of the White Dragon’s strength, she called forth the ancient rite of sealing—a forbidden art passed down from the first dragons themselves. Kal laughed at her, even as the chains of light wrapped around his limbs.

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

The bottom pops open and we see three volumes. The Dragon Tale, The Dragon Keeper, The End of Dragons. Teddy and I look at each other. “Grab Volume one, the Dragon Tale,” Teddy huffs. “Why do I feel like this is about to be ridiculous?” “Because it most likely is,” I say, opening the Sliver colored book. Dragons are among the first animals created at the beginning of time. These dragons died if killed and only lived 200 to 300 years. They would have been the only dragons in existence, if not for the selfishness of a goddess.

"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.

Dragons described as gods in one text and tyrants in another. Truth, I was learning, depended heavily on who survived long enough to write it down. I searched for dragons too. Not the grand myths—I’d already skimmed those—but the quieter things. Social structures. Bonds. Politics. How dissent formed. How it spread. How it was buried when it became inconvenient. The whispers I’d overheard in the city clung to me like burrs. Structure shifting. Tradition under threat. Leverage. Those weren’t the words of people afraid of humans.

But by then, I had already let go of everything. My form had gone completely transparent, ready for the next chapter. Ahead of me lay a path bright and open. My passion would never fade, my devotion would outlive even after my final breath.

Books had been removed from the lower shelves to create walls, blankets had been draped over furniture to create a ceiling, and pillows had been strategically placed to create what R apparently considered an impenetrable fortress. Phoenix sat cross-legged inside this construction, his tall frame folded uncomfortably into the limited space, holding a flashlight while R arranged toy soldiers around the perimeter. "We need more guards on the east wall," R was explaining seriously. "That's where the dragon will attack. He always goes for the weakest point." "Smart dragon," Phoenix agreed. "Okay, let's reinforce the east wall. What do you want to use?" "Books," R declared. "Big books. The ones ab

In his place is a young man who still has his mother’s blond hair, but now his body is built very much like Cal’s, like the Alpha dragon that he is. Suddenly, Iniko’s nose lifts in the air and his eyes connect with someone in the crowd. “Mate!” he growls. **This story will continue in Iniko: A New Beginning, Book 8 of the Elemental Dragon series.

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.

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.