Son Of The Dragon Novels & Stories

He didn't know how many doctors he saw for his son's disease, and no one could make it clear. The man brought by the rich merchant, who had just come in for less than ten minutes, didn't even say the name of the disease, so he took out a medicine bottle from his pocket and said it could be treated. "I thought you were good people. I didn't expect to cheat my meat Ganoderma lucidum and kill my son. I have to kill you today." Then he picked up the broom on one side and hit them. After two blows, the middle-aged man couldn't stand it and rubbed the blue and purple marks on his arm.

"What do you want me to see when I look at you, Thane?" "Me. I'm still the same man." "Are you a man?" she shot back. "Or are you an abomination wearing the skin of one?" I ground my teeth together. "Neither. I come from a long line of dragon shifters." Her lips parted as she breathed out, "Dragon shifters. The Drogos family. My parents said that you all are supposed to be dead." She slowly slid up to her feet, bracing herself against the tree. "Why aren't you dead like everyone else?"

That was because he was from the True Dragon Clan, one of the three celestial monsteriods. The true dragon clan was originally the king of the monsteroids. They possessed extreme speed and naturally had the ability to control thunder and water energy. They were regarded as invincible among all. Standing in front of Leigh at that moment was Drake Wyrmthorn, the son of the current Monsteriod King Keith Wyrmthorn in Thunderpeak Region. Not only was Drake Wyrmthorn born under the bloodline of the True Dragon Clan, he was also from the extremely rare Golden Dragon Bloodline under the True Dragon Clan.

he said. “It’s nearing eleven pm my King, may your son merge with a strong dragon,” I said and stood up from Florin’s seat. Everyone in the ballroom made their way back to their tables and stood behind their chairs as Prince Florin went to stand next to his father. King Rex looked happy and proud as he looked at his son. “Thank you for joining us on this occasion. My son and I will now gather in the ceremony hall so that he may merge with his dragon and forever more be true and honourable to his crown and his people,” King Rex said.

“Uncle Saxton,” the young man greeted Hendrik Saxton with grief laced in his tone. “Toby, how’s the assignment I gave your father? Why haven’t I gotten any news from him until now?” Heath asked. This young man was named Toby Dragon, and he was Cinque Dragon’s son. Toby suddenly began sobbing. “Uncle Saxton, my father is dead. When they were crossing Strego City’s bridge, a group of lunatics suddenly appeared and almost half of my father’s fifty men were killed. Everyone was tossed into the river after that.”

The dragon, however, was like a spirit, as its entire body had all been made of blue energy. “He’s here …” Kael said, seeing a young man riding on the dragon’s back, flying towards them. It was Arth Aragon, the son of Letholdus Aragon. And his powers had already been … awoken.

His father looked down at him with eyes so alive and filled with untold tales. "I think it’s time for you to have my bow, Caleb," Joshua stated, warmth pooling in every word. The bow had been crafted from a rare Black Willow tree during his travels to Aurelia, the weathered ridges along the wood revealed years of use from the numerous trips he’d made over the years. "It's yours now," he imparted, leaving Caleb with a legacy of resilience and love. “Now that I have taught you all that I can, you are ready to set out on your own adventures, son.” His words still haunted Caleb’s memory, because three days later, his father was murdered. He snatched the bow off its hook then secured it, and the

She glided lightly over the ground, her magic both elegant and devastating. On the far flank, Oscar, the second son of the King of Dreadmoor — a mountain of a man — slammed his fists into the ground. The earth split beneath the Dark Knights’ feet, jagged pillars of stone erupting to trap and crush. His dark armour gleamed, his black eyes blazing with controlled rage “Try getting through this, you bastards!” he growled.

I growl, annoyed at the fact Mallard left the door open and this idiot has now ruined my fantasy. “Your father wants to see you.” I nod, “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I watch as he bows before turning around, “And close the door on your way out.” The door closes and I exhale sharply- what now? I know my father is anxious about me being able to produce an heir, but I am doing everything in my power to make sure it happens by the deadline. By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that.