Shadow Dragons Saga Novels & Stories

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

He pushed strength at her through their mating bond and tried to control his own fury. “Just a couple of daggers we haven't packed yet,” Paoli answered. “Are they silver?” William asked, trying to keep his voice steady. “Of course,” Paoli said. He dashed from the chamber and returned mere seconds later, carrying four silver daggers by their rubber handles. William stuffed them into the pockets of his jeans and tore through the castle with Paoli close on his heels. An icy cold hand stole across his heart at the thought of her; alone and unprotected; with Lycaon.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

Sage asked my dragon something wasn’t adding up, and it wasn’t to do with the code, she could feel it. Yeah, something's off. I’m feeling it too, but since we haven’t fully shifted, it could be anything, including him being our mate. Her dragon replied. Sage felt her dragon consciousness recoil slightly at the thought, even as her human mind struggled to process what her instincts were telling her. The concept of dragon mates had featured in her novels, but experiencing the potential reality of it was entirely different, especially when the person in question looked like he might collapse from exhaustion at any moment.

“Tell me. What has happened?” The white Dragon managed to roll back onto her belly and gather her legs beneath her. As she furled her wings she said, “It’s very wrong, brother. All of it.” His heavy brow creased further. “What do you mean?” “This darkness, the coming conflict. The rise of Dark Magic. It has grown far worse than we had imagined.” “Tell me.”

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.

your fear, but I can also smell your courage. You are a rare one, Tela. And you have come to me for a reason." I swallowed, and I said, "I'm looking for Shadow." The dragon's eyes narrowed, and it said, "You have come to the right place. But you must understand that Shadow is not who you think he is." I didn't know what to say, so I just listened. "Shadow is not an evil creature as the dragon spoke, I felt a chill run down my spine. "Shadow is the father of all dragons," the dragon said. "But he is also a prisoner of his own making. He was born from the darkness, and he cannot escape it. He has tried to escape, but he always fails. He is a prisoner of his own power." I listened, and I could

Shawna's heart began to race as two of the dragons took aim and blew fire from their mouths in the same direction. One of the black dragons knock them both in the head causing their fire to miss their mark. They screeched in frustration and tried to attack the black dragon. With them distracted Shawna knew that was the best time to go and get her boys. Turning to Shadow and Dionus still fighting. Well not fighting because Shadow was fucking him up. When Shadow dropped kicked him in the head the white tiger flew across the ground, and landed on his back, he got up but stumbled like he was drunk. Shawna saw that his skin was turning gold and knew what the white Tiger was about to do, but she d

The Storm Dragons become more vicious in their attacks and one of them bit off the wings off from his body. Lightning rained down on Beemo's battered body as he screamed in pain on top of his lungs until he became silent and eventually lost consciousness. Xasha ended the spell and Beemo Dropped to the ground, unmoving. He called his Storm Dragons to his side and stood on top of one of their heads, waiting for the arrival of Beemo's reinforcement. There was no point running at this point, they would only chase after him and drag the rest of his guild into this fight.

Something's very wrong. A scream tore from her lips, echoing through the trees. But the sound was cut short as a massive shadow passed overhead, blotting out the stars. Cathy's heart thundered in her chest as she recognized the familiar silhouette. ‘The dragon. Magnus's dragon.’ The dragon spirit—Magnus's dragon—landed beside her with earth-shaking force. Its obsidian scales gleamed in the moonlight, each one a mirror reflecting her own wide-eyed wonder. ‘It's here. It's actually here.’