Rise Of The Dragons Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

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

"Roosevelt, lost in madness, stared with eyes full of bloodlust. Eloise smiled, mocking him. 'I told you I would ruin you, Your Majesty. May bitterness and sorrow be your eternal companions.'" Micha's brows tightened. "She provoked a man who already lost everything. That's suicide." The next lines formed slowly, dramatically. A roar shook the skies. Not human. Not beast. Ancient. "A dragon appeared. Black scales, silver eyes, wings stretching wider than any castle. It landed with pride, lowering itself before Roosevelt." Both of us froze. A dragon. A real dragon. Even the book seemed to tremble on the page. The dark-winged creatures bowed. The dragon bowed to Roosevelt.

The ghost stench of burned fur and flesh filled my mouth, causing my gut to wrench. Riftan's growl came out low and majestic, sending rattling shivers down my spine. My soul sang the song of utter submission, my heart thumped with the sudden rush of adrenalin, and wetness pooled in my panties. "I know who killed your parents." His voice was a cross between his normal deep timbre and a growl deep enough to split the surface of the earth. "The Remdragons!"

“Let's go.” “Made your decision so fast?” I could hear the amusement in his voice. I bit back a retort because who knew who Moran was? Probably the king’s right hand? Like Arnold? I gazed at him. “No matter what I say, will it get me away from riding this dragon?” Moran shook his head and then said, “Okay, now stand back.” I immediately did as told. He then said a few words which sounded completely foreign to my ears, but I could tell that he might be talking to the dragon because the dragon who had gone back to staring off in space, turned its massive head towards us.

It didn’t seem remotely connected to anything in her life or even within the bounds of her knowledge. This time, the story had proceeded even further than before. On Alcatraz, Leah and her friends had been attacked by a giant lava dragon from the other world—a balrog, Kai had called it. Leesa recognized the word from The Lord of The Rings books. At the last moment, Leah’s power had finally appeared—she had absorbed the dragon’s fire and turned it back upon the beast, slaying it. The monster’s belly had been filled with eggs, which the soldiers had destroyed. Had the eggs been allowed to hatch, lava dragons would have overrun Earth.

I’m sure it will take time to adjust, but I know Tru will adapt. We sit next to each other on the couch, and Tru asks, “What would you like to do tonight? You said the books aren’t completely accurate. Could the inaccuracies be clues or misinformation? Maybe an error in translation?” I shake my head, “I don’t know. I think a vampire wrote the books.” Tru gives me a curious look, so I continue, “The inaccuracies are things only the main royal dragons would know. It could be a companion to one of the dragons that didn’t join the gathering.”

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

In fact, majority of the people had chosen to forget that there was a thirteenth noble house ruled by the Whitby's. All they knew about him was that he had become a religious fanatic who ran a gathering of people who believed in Dragons and the Vita Navitas. "Silver Falcon!" Rhaegal, the head of the bandits called out to him after watching him approach his tent for a while and he turned slowly. The Head of the bandits, Rhaeghal, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he had heard about the Silver Falcon, but never met the man in person. All the business they did together was always conducted by a middleman of the sorts. He had believed it was so because Silver Falcon was probably too old to stan

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te