Risen Dragons Novels & Stories

It’s a flaming bird. A phoenix. **I hope you’ve enjoyed Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon. This story will continue in Rise of the Phoenix, Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series.

“We will send our grown progeny to subdue the mortals, not the fledglings. Their time will come. Segrenry shall send her guard as pledged, since she exalts their might. This council is dismissed.” The dragons took to the air, wings unfurling in a storm of power. The ceiling, woven with age-old enchantments, groaned and split apart, yielding to their ascent. Through the widening rift, they soared into the open sky. In moments, the sky above Adistaktos burned with color as each turned toward their distant palace. *****

Abigail stepped to my side, shoulder brushing mine, trident gone but power still humming, Inara stood on my other side, hands glowing with spell-light and calming magic Riven had taught her. Blue growled low, smoke curling from her nostrils, wings half-spread. Three females and one baby dragon against two wolf princes who could destroy countries, taking in a deep breath to control myself, I lifted my chin. “Move,” I told the twins. “Or get out of my way.” For the first time in their lives, Zaiden and Zyran, princes of the Lycan Dominion, apex predators born, stepped aside looking hurt but I was tired of their stupidity so I walked past them like the storm I was rapidly becoming.

Multiple sources of power clashing, colliding, tearing at each other with lethal intent. And in the center of it all were two dragons. One had scales the color of fresh blood, gleaming in the firelight. It hovered in the air with wings spread wide, radiating power and authority. The other dragon's scales were obsidian that caught the light when it moved. It was wounded badly, blood streaming from multiple gashes across its body. Its movements were sluggish, defensive rather than offensive. Zavian recognized the dragon instantly. It was one of the two dragons that had broken through his realm's barriers in that alternate reality. One of the biological siblings he'd never known existed until t

And as its head emerged from the chasm Every dragon present dropped to their knees. The First King bowed so low that its forehead touched the earth. Rhazion did the same. The dead Dragon Kings bowed. The living dragons bowed. Thousands upon thousands of dragons. All at once. Verath remained standing only because he was too stunned to move. Elara stared. The being that emerged was a dragon. But no dragon she had ever imagined. Its scales were black not the black of night, but of the endless space between stars.

Almost like the promise of his touch was whispering, enchanting things to her body she could not understand. Rori licked her lips as she watched from her peripheral vision while Kristi and Mason both sought to stand and reach for her as she walked by, but Arthur and Max each recoiled the twin's affections, allowing Murdok to lead Rori to the head the table and pull out an enormous wood chair for her. Rori sat down and was pleasantly surprised when a cushion softer than anything she had ever rested on formed underneath her and seemed to almost increase itself in size to keep her at the appropriate height for the table. Murdok made a low groaning sound in his chest as he rounded Rori’s chair

Its talons were deadly, just like the bottom part of its tail. “Griga is a dragon, obviously. We’ll ride her today. She is my battle partner.” “O-Okay.” He was uncertain if he could ride it. Although he had seen several peculiar creatures in Erganiv like Unaeth and Arrano, he had never seen a dragon. “Come on!” Rieska clicked her fingers, and he levitated while she emerged on the saddle, “Sit here, hurry!” Eleand used his wind magic to balance when he was seated in front. And to make sure he would not fall in case Griga flew like lightning.

Why not take advantage? She devoured the bread and omelet in record time and downed it with the pitcher of water. As she set down the pitcher, the door or rather what looked like the door opened and a man stepped inside. The man smiled upon seeing her and spoke, his voice filled with genuine warmth, “Ah, I see you are awake. The others are dying to meet you.” Clara’s eyebrow instantly arched up as the man finished talking. She grinned and said, “Okay. I’m sorry. Hold on. Which others? Where in heaven’s name am I and who the hell are you?” The man barely flinched at her sharp tone. He only smiled and said, “Sorry, my bad. I assumed Gwendolyn filled you in but I see not. My name is Emrys and y

My chest rose from the bed, nothing short of an exorcism, as my dragon roared from my mouth. “GET OFF!” My dragon spoke, pushing the Duke off with unbearable force. The witch stood in the corner, now shaking as the light faded from the center of my chest. The light was now a beacon to who I would destroy. My dragon wanted blood, and I was going to cook this bitch to a crisp.

“What do I do now?” His tired body eventually forced him into a slumber. That night he witnessed a cloaked man, walking up a flight of crystal stairs. Rainer looked at the man’s back with surprise “I know you.” he murmured. “I saw you the day I was taken away.” Rainer felt like it was all real, the touch of the cold stairs, the cool air he was breathing, and the smell of something sweet like candy. Rainer followed the man up the stairs for a short while, until he abruptly stopped. “Tell me, do you like dragons?” he inquired. His voice was soft, and sounded young.