Shadow Dragons Saga Novels & Stories

The roar of a dragon with wings as black as the starry night sky itself, and eyes that bled a crimson red, "AND YES, THIS IS A SKYRIM REFERENCE!!" The dragon landed off to her side, breathing a virulent purple breath into the air, sending shivers down Jacke's spine; He knew this dragon from the games, but this was real, it felt like a nightmare he had no hope of waking up from. If it wasn't for Alex's grip, he might've actually turned and ran, but it was too late to hide. This was their redemption for everything wrong they'd done to survive, and now, the fight for their lives. As his confidence came back, the energy shifted back for his allies, newfound confidence stinging their hearts; They

------------- --------------------- Eight months later . . . ------------- --------------------- "Aodh, could you please help Kira and Arthur get the kids settled down? Company will be here soon," Shamira half-shouted, half-sighed. Being a mother to a nest of little dragons was exhausting. Since defeating Jonas, four more eggs had hatched, giving her another Sea Serpent (this one a female), a female Horned Dragon from the Far East, a male Stone Dragon from the Rocky Mountains of the United States, and a male Quetzalcoatl from Central America.

It did little to diminish the strength of the fire dragons though and the war endured for centuries more. "The end finally came with the discovery of cold iron, and the death of Kandra Black―the first queen of dragons and mate to the goddess Zahra." "Woah that sounds intense. So the dragons have mates like werewolves?" Diana asks. "Sort of. They get to pick their own mate and then they bind their souls together to make it official. It's pretty cool actually," I sigh. "So was that the first chapter?" "No that's just a little background at the beginning about the history of this world. It goes on for a little more talking about how later another war started but it's not as entertaining because

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

"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

She felt their presence in her dreams, heard their whispers on the evening breeze, and saw flashes of their majestic forms when she closed her eyes. They guided her, lending her strength and courage when doubt threatened to consume her. Together, Sable and the Dragonkin pushed forward, their bond growing stronger with every step. Finally, after weeks of perilous travel, they arrived at the entrance of a hidden valley nestled between towering mountains. It was said that within this valley lay the last remnants of the dragons' domain—a sacred sanctuary where the truth awaited.

Sasha, her voice unwavering, responded, "Everything. I've already lost so much, but I'd give it all to ensure the safety of the Nexus and its inhabitants." The meadow dissolved, replaced by a vision of the guardians in peril. Sasha's heart raced, her instincts kicking in. Draken, in his realm, faced a burning village, reminiscent of his past. He saw his younger self, consumed by anger and vengeance. The younger Draken, with fiery eyes, sneered, "Do you remember the rage? The need for revenge? Do you still feel it?" Draken, deep in thought, replied, "The rage is a part of me, but I've learned to channel it for the greater good. It no longer controls me."

’ The light clears and I see two huge dragons begin to form, the blinding light slowly subsides, and I am looking at two magnificent dragons, one is pure silver, dazzling brighter than the silver of the finest jewellery, and he is huge, his size on par with Agnarr’s dragon. My heart clamours in fear as my eyes snap to the other one. This one looks similar to Agnarr’s; black in colour with a reddish hue, both had immense auras. There’s something about them that I can’t put my finger on… and it is not the large scars that seemed to have never healed in their bodies. They seem almost… empty? ‘I think…. I think they are.’ Shayara’s voice trembles, but I can sense her anguish.

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

Elara’s silver light spiraled through the air, coiling around the dragon king, merging with his fire, creating a cyclone of molten gold and shimmering silver that struck Malakar directly. The shadow lord screamed as the combined force of dragon and healer struck him. His magic fractured, the beasts and shadows he commanded collapsing into ash. Malakar’s body twisted in fury and fear as the final wave of energy engulfed him. With a deafening roar, Verath released the full extent of his dragon power, molten flames consuming the darkness, until nothing remained but silence and smoke.