Rise Of The Dragons Audiobook Novels & Stories

Her lips curve into a smile, eyes bright. It is Alfred, next, whose shoulders sag with relief so intense one might taste it. They are roars, he realizes, as the sounds draw closer. “What is that noise,” Duchess Clair asks sharply in the frozen room. Darla stands, as does Alfred. “It is your daughter, Duchess,” she laughs. “Lady Alcina, the dragonlord. Stormbringer.” * * * * * * * * * * The dragons land with twin roars, making the ground beneath them shake with the weight of their descent.

Vaelrion The Dragon King Awakens First, there was fire—no flicker, no timid glow, but a cataclysm reborn, tearing through the emptiness within him like a newborn sun’s wrath. It was ancient hunger, merciless and unbound, roaring through his veins, coiling around bone and sinew, igniting every rune etched into his soul. His magic—silent, dormant across the ages—erupted in a deafening roar as though shattered chains fell away at once.

The prophecy that lay on the prince of dragons, which was to extinct the other supernatural Species like they once tried to do to them, was a sure guarantee of all the enemies the dragons would have. The first that broke the barrier of the dark forest was the Vampires. [A/N-History of the dragons, to get the full story read book/1]. Three months ago had been their last attack, five spies, three died, two escaped heavily wounded, but it was a situation King Saga could not afford to have again. The dragon army on the other hand had grown. The young boys were now men, able to control their dragons and fight like true warriors. "Sidion," the King muttered underneath his breath.

And Silas, well, if he has one of his famous arguments with his wolf, that's sure to break the ice Atticus thought. Draven stretches his neck out toward the ground as he thrusts his wings, taking the lead and slowly descending when the pack house of Midnight Moon Pack comes into view. Noah's eyes light up when he sees his father walk out the front door with Aiden right behind him. The door flies open again as Theo comes racing out and then slides to a stop. His mouth hangs open as he looks into the sky and sees three large dragons approaching. “Wow!” Theo breathes out. Damien wraps his arms around Theo and barely pays attention to his mate who comes racing out of the tree line. A hand rests

Beating her onyx wings she lifted herself up, a smile on her face. “Would you two stop dicking around?” My eldest son, Sabrael drawled, walking into the training ring. A small blonde human tucked up against him, her smile bright as she looked up at him. Sabrael too was a warrior like his sister, but where Vita was all bark and bite Sabrael was stealth and silence; which made him extremely dangerous. He had even been able to sneak up on me several times. He had a sarcastic sense of humor and his lips always curved up on one side in a perpetual smirk, his hair a tumble of deep chestnut brown and slightly wavy, framed his face.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

He mused, letting out a deep chuckle. "Either way, I will ask the book, and as long as it isn't a true Dacian, dragon, or something of made magic that has it, I should be okay." He added. Before anyone could ask why he opened the book, an ancient voice spoke in a tongue I had never heard before.

and enter the world of dragons. I should warn you, dear adventurer, that this journey compared to the first book will be much longer, bloodier, and darker ... but it is promised that you will have an exciting experience with our characters, unlike any others. I shall see you at the end of your journey in this book. Long live the king ... Carlos Sensei

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

Cyryl is rising to mate. **This story will continue in The Dragon Rider: Book Two of The Dragon Thief Trilogy.