Risen Dragons Novels & Stories

Andrew's ears still rang with the old man's icy words. "Three seals represent three rebirths. If you can shatter the final one and survive, you will rule the world as the chosen one. Fail, and you will become a cursed dragon, bound to destruction." A cursed dragon was the term used for the fallen heirs of the Lloyd royal family. The Lloyds bore the emblem of the celestial dragon as their crest, and those who thrived under the family's guidance were hailed as true dragons.

As her volume increases, the words that were once a mystery start to make sense. “Praise Oaestr, Great Diviner, Mother of us All. Praise Nyxt, Night Father, Void Incarnate, Mate of the Goddess. Blessed are your brood. Ayre, Faeyre, Bleyd, Kore, Myeti, Carnelia. Blessed Carnelia! Gifted Carnelia! The first Queen of Dragons.” The light from above overwhelms my current form and soon being flame itself isn't enough to keep the pain at bay any longer. As my body bucks against the throne, something shifts in Vega's expression and her eyes take on a look of genuine fear as she gazes in my direction.

I hate virgins, they cling and follow you around like a lost puppy which is why when I started the Dragon list I swore I'd never touch a virgin yet here I was watching Ms Jackson while she tried so hard not to roll her to the back of her head. “Eyes on me,” She looks up at me through her lashes. The smell of her arousal floods my nostrils. I clench my jaw and tighten the clamp around her nipples and she moans the sounds like music to my ears and makes me want to do things to her that the dragon doesn't do to women. When I created the dragons list I wanted to make every woman's fantasy come true and trust me I've had some crazy requests. I've never under any circumstances said no but the drag

As the sun climbed steadily across the sky, the spires of Asterin’s royal palace finally came into view, glittering like a crown upon the cliffs that overlooked the emerald forests and silver rivers below. The three riders guided their dragons into a smooth descent, the massive wings stirring the morning mist into dancing swirls above the palace gardens. With a final beat of powerful wings, Aragon, Onyx, and Sapphire touched down gracefully just beyond the palace gates.

Every time the sound cut through the chaos, something corrupted flinched, hesitated, or screamed. I saw Keiran then. Only for a breath. He stood over Beverly’s broken form, wounded and bleeding, gold flickering under his skin like borrowed dawn. He did not look victorious. He looked exhausted. Then he turned towards Astrid and Calista, and my focus snapped away because another dragon passed too close overhead. Two dragons broke from the fight. They rose fast. Too fast to be retreating in fear alone. One was dark red with blackened wing tips. The other was pale bronze with a scar running down one side of its neck. They climbed above the smoke, avoided the nearest Emberfall dragon, and turned

Alicia screamed loudly and burst into flames, turning into her phoenix, and breaking free of the shackles, wrapping the chain around his neck, and pulling tight with her claws, opening the gash she had caused earlier. The Red Dragon wrapped his ferocious tail around her neck until she let go. The dragon pinned her to the ground and Alicia realized his intention, so she fought against him with all her might. Still, he had her pinned. She could not move at all, and she was running out of ideas. Suddenly, the big dragon’s weight was lifted off her, and she realized that three dragons were tearing him to pieces. Alicia’s dragon, her prince had saved her, and the Red Dragon was dead. Geoffrey and

Haris asked. "Mercenaries," Marcus replied. "They scattered the moment the gas hit. They aren't loyal to a dead man. Without Dewangga’s bankroll, they’ll vanish back into the underworld." Serena closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the cushioned seat. The adrenaline that had kept her upright was beginning to ebb, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion. She thought of Clarisa, safe in a house in Bogor, blissfully unaware that her mother had just walked through fire.

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

Haziah answered. “Premonition?” Azura frowned, “since when does he have a premonition?” “Since I sensed that Selene’s creature carries twin dragon eggs,” Ramiel appeared in front of them. His eyes were glowing white like a thunderous storm was raging in them. “Twin dragon eggs have always been known as the strongest of all dragons. I do not need to tell you this, you have all witnessed the birth and death of every twin dragon that were born. The last ones were even a handful, but thanks to the almighty, they did not wreak havoc in the world during their time. But, do you know what I found out? Alaric is a descendant of the black twin dragons. Now, should his mate lay these eggs, do you know

“Lily, do you have any wishes for the new year?” Perhaps my expression stood out too much in the middle of all the celebration. Daniel suddenly called my name. “I want a raise,” I said. My voice wasn’t loud, but everyone heard it. The room suddenly fell silent. People slowly turned to look at me. The smile on Daniel’s face disappeared. “What did you say?” He walked down from the stage. He tossed the microphone aside, and it let out a sharp screech. “Say it again.” He stopped in front of me.