Risen Dragons Novels & Stories

Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios. The Weredragons, too, drew him into their fiery domain. Born of the same sun deity, their essence was forged in the crucible of intense ether, granting them the awe-inspiring ability to spew forth torrents of fire. Leading this formidable clan is the figure known as the Dragon king who presides over their fiery realm.

At this point, Tyr and others had seen the complete Eternal Dagon, as described in the myth. To be precise, this creature could only be described as a dragon spirit because it evolved from the dragon terrain. It was not quite the same as an Eternal Dagon. The dragon spirit still required the divine dragon’s body to manifest as a living dragon. It was unlikely for them to find this dragon spirit with an actual dragon body given their current circumstances. No matter what, this was the best result. Five magic books had appeared, and the dragon spirit had been successfully refined. Tyr still stood on the shore at this time. He was staring intently at the black dragon, which roared in the void.

Apollo shrugged, purposefully looking up at the sky when Cain gave him an incredulous look. “You brought three dragons to a festival with thousands of people.” I might’ve sounded a bit shrill, but I didn’t care. They were raised in a world where ghouls, sirens, and dragons were real, but in my head, they were the figments of fantasy novels and crappy CGI movies. I let out a nervous laugh, “tell me they’re the size of a golden retriever and not like in the movies…”

"Since that's the case, then let's show them what real strength looks like." Most demon hunters were women. After the vampires and werewolves invaded, most men quickly bowed down and gave in. Some even tried to please the monsters by offering their wives and daughters to be drained and abused. Many of the demon hunters were women who had escaped and lost their homes. Isabelle acted fast and cleaned up the ranks in just one night. That night, the castle ran red with blood. But by dawn, the floors were cleaned and everything looked normal again. This time, I knew that the future truly belonged to human women.

"What type of dragon do you think I am?" "I don't know. But I'm sure you will be legendary because of who your parents are. Your mother was a Pyrausta, a fae or fairy like dragon. While your father, well, he is of the most vicious kind. But there is no telling what you are. Begin an offspring of both." "Well, I'm not worried." Rydstorm gave a small smile. “There isn't anything to worry about. Even though us Dragons are forever at war, we don't go out of our way to fight each other."

"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

Raven admits, after taking a deep breath making my grip around my mates tighten. “Together with Liliana, and her mates, we will bring balance back to, humans, vampires, werewolves, lycans, witches, fae, and dragons. It will be hard work, especially while fighting Dagon.” I reach down and pet Embry, as he moves to get comfortable in our laps, without hurting us. “Dragons?” Raven looks up at me with wide eyes, making Jonathan and I chuckle, as Embry laughs through the link.

Tears slid down Rosalie's cheeks as she watched them disappear into the distance. She knew very well that the four were willing to die in battle. Whether or not they would be lucky enough to return alive was out of her hands now. There was a loud roar as both Unus and Duo revealed their true forms almost simultaneously. Up in the skies above Draepolis, two black sea dragons blocked Nehemiah's path with their gigantic bodies. "What's that?" "Am I seeing things? T-They look like the sea dragons in legends!" "Dragons really exist!"

When they realized the war wasn't favouring the creatures of Tartarus, the dragons had quickly changed sides, not wanting to be on the loosing side. The lycanthropes and other creatures of the supernatural realm won the war in the end, but Riven had banished the dragons as a punishment for betraying them and joining the demons. He exiled them to the ends of the island, where they would leave in seclusion, without food and water. Over the past years, the dragon clan had lived on a low profile, keeping to their end of the island. They held a great hateful grudge towards Riven for exiling them to a barren land. They probably already knew about Riven's mate and they were beginning to stir up tro

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.