Risen Dragons Novels & Stories

“Oh! Before that though, I’d like you to meet two people right now.” Rose seemed surprised. “Who?” Matthew smiled and called the Dragoknight to his left arm. “Say hello guys.” “Do not refer to us as mere people and ‘guys’. Either way, I am Draco Blair. The Dragon Emperor of Destruction.” “And I am Arshild Dvur, the Dragon Emperor of Creation. Nice to finally meet you, Miss Roosevelt.” “Dragon… Emperors?” Rose was baffled. “You have two Dragon Emperors with you?”

"Your crimes remain, Alpha Thelma! Crimson Dawn will have justice!" He signaled his Ascended army to attack. Then the sky darkened. Dragons descended. A dozen of them, led by Silverclaw. They landed between the armies, and Celeste's voice boomed across the battlefield. "ENOUGH! The Dragonborn Council has awakened. We claim neutrality over these lands. All who continue fighting will face dragon wrath." The Ascended army froze. Even enhanced humans couldn't fight dragons. Vex's face twisted with fury, but he was pragmatic. "This isn't over. We'll return with weapons that can kill even dragons."

As Edon continued its evolution, so Neyalha and Gheyaral came to know that they, though immortal, also felt a desire to have progeny that could serve not only to expand the race of Dragons, but could aid them in their task of guiding the inhabitants of Edon. And so were born to them, emerging from their shining, silvery shells upon the highest peak in the Erimanthe Mountains, a pair of young Dragons. As with their parents, so too were the young ones a male and a female. Yet they were so vastly different in appearance it was immediately evident which was which. The male was dark, his scales an iridescent black that shimmered with ripples of color in the morning light. Red eyes glowed beneath

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.

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

Rideten, Present Time The dragons were surprised by Aislen’s request, but quickly saw the sense behind it. The Van Helsings would not be expecting an attack from above. They were human, and thought and planned according to human limitations, so they were expecting an attack from the road or on foot. Or at least, that was what Aislen was hoping as she held tight to Ember, and she took to the sky.

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

How weird. “Anyways, do you have a name? I can't keep calling you shadow walker.That's bit too risky” “No” His answer is quick and plain.I sigh, thinking of a name to give him. “Xander?” I suggest. Before I could ask if he liked the name, a menacing growl from outside stole my attention. I looked down the window and saw three wolves on Zion and others on Drax. Zion shifts but Drax remains fighting in his human form.

Pulling back, William led me towards my tent. After our little encounter with Markus, William called a meeting with the remaining riders. A few of the riders had died in the attack along with their Dragons. When a rider died their dragon still lived, but was left in a weak state. I guess the rogues took the opportunity to kill off any means of a threat, even an unmanned dragon. It was sad how a dragon would suffer the same fate as its rider, regardless of the choices they made. If the founder dragons and High Priest had ever known about such a thing, I'm sure they would have kept the dragons out of harm's way.

Only now did I realize the torrent of affection in their gazes. The commotion continued. Suddenly, a staff member shouted, “A driver went off the track and fell into the sea! They’ve not been rescued yet.” Some dissatisfied fans near me sneered, “Could it be Lewis? He hasn’t shown up yet.” Hearing this, Alanna froze mid-pose. … Rally racing was, after all, a dangerous sport, where crashes and fatalities were never unexpected.