Star Dragon Novels & Stories

Kailo shifts quickly, his clothes ripping, and his body increasing in size. In seconds, Kailo becomes a large orange-red dragon, with a muscular form and short, powerful wings. “He’s not a Fury,” I mutter in realization. One of the guards nods. “Lyza and her uncle are the only Fury dragons that anyone knows of.” I hear a cry and see Lyza on her hands and knees. Her face is twisted in pain as her bones move and rearrange themselves. Her skin slowly becomes black and scaled, and her limbs bend into clawed feet.

She called it the colour of bonding but now I’m not so sure, if she’s bonded to me, then what the hell is she doing to my mate? “She’s not an Omega.” Starling’s voice has taken on a mystic tone that she gets when deeply in tune with the magic she carries around her. “A Luna for sure but definitely not an Omega; I just can’t put my finger on what it is; she’s blocking my fire.” Starling looks back down at Faythe and lays her hands in the centre of her chest before muttering words I have no hope of understanding. Once she’s done, she reaches over and pulls the tube from my arm and then Fyathe's. I try to snatch it back, but Starling makes the bloody tube disappear with the flick of her wrist.

“My apologies on Drake’s behalf. We meant no offense. He’s just on edge since our mates have gone to help their sister prepare for the upcoming birth of her offspring.” Lucian’s hand moved down my back, resting between my shoulder blades. A longing filled me that wasn’t my own. “I can understand the worry. Is she a shifter as well?” he asked. “Succubus and dragon, though her dragon has yet to wake.” “My congratulations on the new additions. I hope her dragon wakes soon after her offspring's birth.” Lucian said and I felt some of the tension leave him. The longing was still there. He wanted that, longed for it with every part of his being.

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.

He said looking out at the view. “What is Staxon like?” I asked him. “Different, very different. The sky is red, as our sun is not as bright and we have only one sun. It is a rockier planet and the grass we do have is blue. The cities are built into mountains and rock, and the castle is a dark and tall single mountain all its own.” “Do you have animals there?” He nodded, “Yes many types. Unlike your tayrens, we ride a creature much like a,” He paused searching for the right words, “I guess on Earth it was called a dragon. You haven’t seen a dregon before have you?”

She was touching Megan’s face and then hugging her again as they both cried. “What happens now?” Rylee asked. “We’ve completed the bond and it’s been accepted.” “And something else,” Elder Michael said with a smile. “What?” Lucas asked impatiently. “Megan has a dragon,” I said and Rylee gasped as Lucas turned towards me. “A dragon? That’s never happened before,” he said. “Quite right Sire Lucas, Kaida is the first of her kind that we know of, she’s a strong dragoness, graceful and beautiful,” Elder Cliff said.

My brother's left eye was covered with blindfold. 'He lost his left eye?' My fingers clenched on Drystan's feathers. I wasn't feeling good about this. "Sister...?" Victor reacted by backing off. Drystan first threw the chained Loren on the ground and then carefully landed. Victor and other Crescent Pack warriors gathered around unconscious Loren. " Why is Sir Loren in this condition? And who's this large blue bird?" "My name is Drystan. I belong to the fallon species." Drystan replied, shifting into his human form. Victor and others gave me a confused look indirectly asking if Drystan was really fallon. Everyone was aware that Fallon are an extinct species.

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

However, before he could make a move, a new name suddenly appeared on the monument in front of him. [Drake Wyrmthorn, Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline, descendant of a celestial monsteroid, only thirty years old, level seven paragon, ranked 92nd on the Prodigy Ranking, rewarded with a strand of light of the galaxy!] An instant uproar erupted from the spectators when they saw Drake had been rewarded with the light of the galaxy.