Rise Of The Dragons Audiobook Novels & Stories

If I wasn't careful, I would drool. I crept closer until I could see the slow rise and fall of his perfect chest. I carefully lifted my knee to the bed, my hand tentatively going out. Before I touched him, his body came alive and my shriek filled the room. In the blink of an eye, I was on my back staring into the darkest eyes I'd ever seen. "What are you doing here female?" He said with sleep still filling his voice. His full lips spoke in my dragon's voice. I hadn't accepted the notion before because my mind didn't understand the magic, didn't accept the impossible. There was no more denying it.

His voice boomed like the thunder she brought. “This is not the end!” He roared even as the last of the dragons fell into the sea. “I am the son of the god of all dragons, the Lord of the North. I rule the dark, and your light is nothing but a dying flame against my power.” Katalea heard the words and shivered, cold seeping into her bones. “I will slit your throat Katalea, and eradicate your kind off the face of the earth.” He hurled the lightning back towards Grandfather. Katalea screamed out, the sound smothered by the storm. She pushed a wall of wind against it and the clash had even the rocks trembling.

Spinning around, I saw a golden monster crouching down, with my reflection inside its diamond eyes. Heaven knows how much I wanted to escape, but instead of doing just that, I was frozen on the spot. “Hmmm...” A low growl rumbled from deep within its chest. In Herneith’s point of view, this was her first time seeing such a beast, so concentrated fear gripped her, but in my viewpoint, I knew then this was Axel’s ancestor in the flesh. The great dragon king. “My Su-Aniffti. Finally, you have come,” his thunderous voice filled my head.

"Faster... Please...." Adrain realized his dragon had disappeared after coming inside Elysian, he mentally thanked them for that, he didn't want anyone to interfere with them, not even his Dragon. He slowly picked up his pace, moving faster every second still hitting Elysian' prostate repeatedly. Elysian let out soft moans at each thrust, letting out soft ah's every time Adrain's tip met her wall and prostate. Adrian groaned as he listened to Elysian's sexy soft moans, he definitely in love with her vocals.

Then— A sound split the sky, turning it a shade of red and purple. A deep, ancient roar that shook the walls and rattled the glass. I walked to the window, skin turning hard and vision narrowing. And there—rising over the treetops— wings spread like shadows swallowing the setting sun— scales shimmering with cracks of molten gold— Alexander. No. THORFINN. His cursed dragon form. Big and terrifying as the Mount of Delargar Power radiating from him like the Core of Gerlan. Eyes glowing wild, broken, furious, desperate.

Queen Vashti hugged the princess and assured her that the prince would return to her safely. Within two hours, they could hear sounds of the battle, even through the heavy concrete walls. Alicia watched through a break in the wall and her heart ached as she watched Prince Corithias taking on the Red Dragon, the Rogue King Cyrus himself. They fought in midair biting, slashing, and thrashing about. Alicia became angry and burst into flames as she saw her dragon being thrown down upon the ground, bleeding. She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall.

As they waited for orders, warriors gathered, their features anxious. Then I caught sight of him. A huge dragon with golden scales that glistened like molten flames swooped down from the sky. Even the most courageous warriors would have faltered at the creature's sheer enormity. A man with silver hair that flowed like liquid moonlight sat on its back. He was a powerful presence that seemed to envelop the whole atmosphere in electricity. The air seemed to bend about him due to the tremendous force of his presence. "Who are you?" With a firm voice despite the agitation in my heart, I requested. With a powerful and purposeful gait, the man dismounted. His voice was loud and resonant as he decla

A deafening crack split the air. Lyra’s gaze snapped upward just in time to see the ancient structure shudder, its stone crumbling, its walls splitting apart. And from its depths, something moved. A shape burst free from the ruins - a monstrous, winged form, rising into the storm-dark sky. Its wings unfurled, blotting out the stars, its scales reflecting the crimson lightning flashing around it. Ekreth. The dragon had awoken. A roar tore through the battlefield, shaking the ground beneath them. The storm raged above, red lightning striking the ruined castle as Ekreth soared higher, his massive form illuminated against the black sky.

It symbolizes the beginning of a dragon's life, a perfect symbol for the book of dragons. Nadja's voice gets louder as words are spoken to summon dragons. The Omega quickly looks over his shoulder when the building shakes from the roar of dragons. He hears their wings flapping and the building shakes again as the dragon roar, circling the building before landing. Tears roll down the Omega's face as he looks out the window and sees many dragons landing and moving closer, looking into the open windows. He immediately recognizes them. Atticus and his sons Mahan and Niles, Adonis, Lana and their two children Everett and Gideon, and others he had made friends with were there to watch a royal Omeg

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i