Stories Of Dragon Novels & Stories

she remarked, her attention turned to the blade that rested on the ground beside him. "Now that is a long story," He chuckled, attempting to steer the conversation away from deeper truths. "But the short version of it is that I won it in a duel." Julien looked up at her, her eyes filled with curiosity. "That sounds like an amazing story." She leaned in, her interest was unnerving. "Every weapon has a story, but some stories aren't meant to be retold," He said, hoping to keep his past to himself. He met Alena’s gaze briefly, then looked away.

Making a mental note to pick up some books by the author for Andreena. ‘Based on the best-selling book series by Jenson Spellmore Dragon’s Lovers,’ Andreena settled against me and we watched the show for a few minutes before the main dragon came onto the screen. He wasn’t in his human form and I heard my mate suck in a breath. She glanced over at me before looking at the screen and then back at me again. “What is it, sweet Andreena?” I asked, reaching for the remote and turning the volume down so that I could focus on her.

Robert POV. Sitting amongst the dragons, it’s surreal to think these creatures we all thought were extinct have been literally right under our noses this whole time. They are not what I ever thought they would be. Growing up, the stories we were told as pups to instil fear in us that if didn’t behave, the dragons would take us away. That the dragons didn’t just like shiny things like gold or jewels, but they would swoop down and take unruly pups and lock them away in their lairs for all eternity, never to be seen again.

I didn't understand why he was still in the mood to tell stories at this time. Kincaid didn't care about my reaction and said, "There is a dragon that requires the village to sacrifice a virgin to it every year. This village also has a brave young man to fight against the dragon every year, but no one has ever returned. One year, the dragon asked the village to sacrifice its virgins, and a young man set out with a sword. At this moment, someone in the village secretly followed him to see what had happened." Kincaid stopped and looked at me, asking, "Do you know what have they seen?"

A roar rattled the mountains, shaking the ash from the trees and throwing her to the ground. Elara’s blood screamed in recognition. Something deep, old, raw. Her grandmother had whispered stories of a time when humans and dragons shared blood, a bond lost to greed, betrayal, and magic forbidden. She had told them stories to scare children. But as the dragon landed, molten fire licking its claws, she knew the truth. And she knew she was the only one who could survive him. ⸻

It curled the long black weight of its body in a loose ring around me — not touching, but close enough that I could feel the heat of its scales — and laid its head down across the entrance. I was not getting out. Mother had told me stories about this when I was small — dragons hoarding princesses the way magpies hoarded buttons, keeping them on piles of gold until only their bones remained. I had been five. I remembered thinking the moral was about greed. Now I wondered if it was about escape. I drew my knees up against my chest. My back hurt. My knee hurt where the bandage had soaked through. I waited for the dragon to do something. It only watched me from the cave mouth, its yellow eye hal

I lay on the dirty floorboards, completely helpless, listening to the heavy pounding of horse hooves outside. I have been sold again. Is this how my name will end an heir, has now been used by those who don't even deserve my look. Julian had poisoned me and handed me over to someone even worse. The Dragon King. Tales of the Dragon Kingdom, had reached the Averon palace when I was just a child. They were brutal, merciless monsters who ruled the northern peaks. If Evander was a terrifying beast, the Dragon King was a nightmare. After what felt like hours, the carriage finally jerked to a stop.

If he scared him enough, then he would readily tell everything Drake wanted to know. As he expected, Dhari started to shiver at Drake's words. "Please, don't kill me. I will tell you everything you wanted to know. I am just a hired criminal. We will do anything for money. I just did the same" Dhari is petrified, looking at a dragon in front of his eyes. He never thought he would see one in his lifetime. Dragons are huge and they burn everything with fire when someone angered them. There is no doubt in Dhari's mind that Drake would kill him if Dhari angered Drake. He doesn't want to see him shift into a dragon and burn him to his death.

I roll my eyes and tell her the dramatic story of how we ended up in this situation. “What did you want me to do? Let the rats feast on them? As if, I hate rats, disgusting.” Shivering at the thought of them, Oliver laughs and makes a comment about how i'm a big, bad dragon afraid of little creatures. Shoving my elbow into his gut, I walk away from the annoying pair, and head into my room. Slammin the door, I sink into the bed in the middle of the space, and try to figure out how in the hell I got myself yet another impossible situation.

So, I called for the dragons. Why the dragons? They were the only ones who had not stepped over our borders to try to buy your hand, trade you as a mate for their sons, or threaten us in any way. And for as long as I can remember, the dragons had a reputation for avoiding chosen mates. I thought it had to be our best chance or the only way out of this mess and to keep you safe. Not long after this was leaked out in the pack, new stories about them started to spread like fire on dry grass—breeding dungeons, using females as science objects, treating them as nothing but birthing machines. I have no idea how they started or where they came from, and I knew better than to rely on rumors. But I a