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“Whatever. But we have sworn to form an allegiance with the other kingdoms.” “Something is not right with that country, your grace. However, our concern should be of here first,” Councilor Feranor suggested. “Okay, uh… how about the dragon?” Tristan said. All of the people on the table suddenly looked at him. Their hopeful eyes were overwhelmed by disbelief and uncertainty. “What do you mean, your grace?” “I mean we could summon it… to aid our fight against the Legion,” “But my king,” the white-cloaked man spoke. “In order to summon a legendary class beast, we need a core from its relative species.”

But there was something else that caught her eyes. His eyes weren’t normal. They burned—truly burned. Like fire trapped within. Something inside Julianne trembled violently, like something locked deep away trying to force its way out. A strange warmth coursed through her veins, crawling up her neck and into her chest. Suddenly, she felt a spark inside her and she blinked immediately with widened eyes. Her breath hitched when she realized. She was looking at a dragonborn.

Are you seeing this?!" the Lord exclaimed, "My cousin is back and she has a dragon with her!! How is this possible?! I thought dragons were extinct!" "So did I," Jarrod responded, "No dragon has been seen for centuries. And this one is helping the Princess. Then the legend must be true." "What legend? What are you talking about?" Ethan asked angrily. Jarrod began to explain the legend of the dragons... "Many years ago, dragons were common in our land. And all of them came to life the same way. They all were sons of the Queen Dragon. A human female that was the only one capable of giving birth to them." An image formed in Jarrod's mind; the Queen was kneeling on the ground, with a pregnant be

Lucy finished as she crossed her arms over her chest and took a steadying breath. “I am very sorry for your loss.” I said solemnly. “Did his children inherit the magic as well?” I asked still curious. She barked out a short burst of laughter. “No. The dragonborn he saved was female. It held onto that latent gene as it passed on to his children. Though my grandfather was able to wield the magic, my father and uncle could not. As far as we know it was only the females in this bloodline that can touch the latent power.”

“The Dragonborns were once the most powerful of all supernatural races. They controlled fire and ruled with it. Provinces burned, people died… everyone feared them. Soon enough, their terror became unbearable as they grew obsessed with making every race bow to them. No one could stop them, until they flew into the territory of Werewolves to raze them down with fire. We stood to the challenge.” "Yes." Vaelora nodded. “I know about the war between the Dragonborns and Werewolves centuries ago.” “At least you know something.” Draekon said with a small smile, and she chuckled. He continued. “The war wasn't an easy one. In fact, we were losing. The DragonBorns had destroyed everything with fire, a

"Born from the void, baptized in celestial frost, and bound to the Sovereign Heir. The prophecies of the First Age are fulfilled!" Dominic looked down at his son holding the tiny cosmic dragon. A rare, dark, breathtaking smile curling his granite jaw, his grey-gold eyes filled with unbridled fatherly pride. "A fitting pet for the heir of the Midnight Empire," Dominic growled low, his gravelly voice vibrating with intense satisfaction. He turned his attention back to the central hearth of the forge. With the dragon egg hatched and the three primordial fires synchronized, the molten stellar-iron inside the crucible had melted into a liquid pool of pure, luminescent platinum metal.

I had to stand up from my seated position to even open the large cover of the book when I opened it more beautiful letters appeared before my eyes "The complete collection of The Pendragon lineage" My eyes went wide as I felt the pages were warm to my touch all of the words in this book were about dragons, Not just any dragons every single dragon “The Protectors of Magic”. Each Dragon had their own page with specific information about them along with beautiful drawings of their dragon forms. On the third page it was thick and folded as I peeled open the pages they folded down into a large family tree with all the dragons and offspring.There were a few pages dedicated on explaining what Auror

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

Hello, everyone! This is XSkylar19. It has been a very interesting ride for me while writing Bane of the Dragons because (fun fact) this was my very first dragon genre. I know some of you probably disliked how everything turned out or how fastpaced everything happened but know that this was intentional as I couldn't drag the story on. Anyway, while this book becomes the first book for dragon genre, it certainly wasn't my first book in the fantasy genre.

No man dared raise a blade against the fated rule of Dragon and Salamander, no matter how dark and miserable the days turned. But then, a lone ray of hope pierced through. A nameless man succeeded in taking a dragon with him to the afterlife; something that had previously been deemed an impossible task. The man was the first slayer and would only be remembered by his generic name Dragon Slayer (Toryu). His feat quickly entered the realm of legend. His story was sung and passed down in secret gatherings, lauded in soft voices around a dimmed fire. But deep down the hearts of men, it kindled a far grander flame.