Rise Of The Dragons Audiobook Novels & Stories

This time it came from the fracture itself. Everyone looked up. The dead Dragon Kings had broken through. One. Then two. Then three. Their massive bodies emerged into the world. The sky darkened completely. Rhazion was outnumbered. The black dragon cursed. “We’re too late.” The First King’s eyes narrowed. For the first time, anger appeared in his eyes and golden flames erupted around his body. The forest burst into light. Every dragon trembled. Then the First King lifted its head and roared. The sound was unlike anything Elara had ever heard.

Besides, we've had too many losses for us to be rivals. “Speak, Wolf, or lose your tongue.” my father thundered. It took a lot of effort to restrain myself from scowling. He was always quick to threaten people's lives. “I…I don't know.” she stuttered, her voice quivering with fear. “You don't know?” Rigel, the High Lord of the Waterborn Dragons, said. The girl nodded frantically. I couldn't tell if she was smart or dumb for not begging for her life. The chances of her leaving the Dragon Keep alive were close to none.

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Shut the door and climbed back into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.” He said, banging on the dash. THE END **Thank you for reading Rise of a Queen. I hope you enjoyed the adventure. And is it truly the end?** Find out what happened to King Kellen in the third installment of The Delta’s Daughter. The Gladiator Wolf King – Book 3 will concentrate on Kellen and more of your favorite characters. I hope you will join me on a new adventure. The Gladiator Wolf King - Completed and out now!

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

Evrah finally crawled from her hiding place once the sounds of departing dragons, heavy wagons moving out, and the trampling footfalls fell to silence. She had sat there at first, waiting to hear the robed figure speak, or the shouts of the soldiers, or even the screeching of dragons, yet for a long period, none of that sounded around her.

I asked Brennon. Brennon looks over at me and, with a look of confusion and relief on his face, answers my question. "The Rogue king and Sebastian Stormcloak are on their way here."

"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."

“Rise.” No one moved. Rayden raised his right hand, and golden-red embers ignited the air. “I’m not a dragon,” he said, his voice flat yet thunderous, cutting through the ranks of holy creatures. “I’m the one who extinguishes them.” Fire spread quickly, engulfing the creatures. But this was not fire that burned, it was purifying flame, cleansing the dragon blood from their bodies. Screams echoed, but slowly changed into sacred chants. The red sky began to fade, turning to orange. The dragon troops collapsed one by one, turning into glowing ash that drifted upward into the sky like falling stars.