Summoned Dragon Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes again and looked around. Baz was standing in front of me and Jennifer was still holding my hand. I squeezed her hand as she looked at me with big eyes. “We bow in your presence Typhon, father of all dragons and mightiest beast in all of the realms, we request the turning of this human so she may birth strong dragon children with her bonded half, her heart is pure and her intent is honorable,” Baz said. I saw the flickering of a black tail and then the great dragon came forward from the shadows as we all bowed our heads. He had a magnificent aura of power, almost suffocating me and I knew that I stood in the presence of the oldest dragon to ever live.

It was whether the rest of the world would be ready when it did. The thought of Emberhold lingered at the back of my mind more often than I liked. My brother would have heard the rumors by now—hearing was his specialty. Dragons spoke, even when they believed they were whispering. Two mating ceremonies with human women, a third likely pairing, and an open request for volunteers instead of acquisitions? That kind of change didn’t stay contained. If I didn’t speak to him first, others would frame the narrative for me. That night, after the city settled and the courtyards emptied, I retreated to my private solar and reached out through the old channels—stone etched with runes older than Ashcliff

the voice said. Mother called? I realized the agony and the fever I was feeling was not entirely the enemy's doing; it was the raw, brutal surge of this immense, ancient power arriving and forcibly attaching itself to my core. I didn't ask it. I couldn't break the connection, couldn't risk the man on the throne realizing what was truly happening inside my head. The knowledge was too precious, too dangerous to speak aloud. All I could do was absorb the impossible information: I had a dragon, summoned by the ultimate sacrifice or plea of my mother, and it was here, awakening in the very core of my being, right as I faced the architect of my life’s tragedy. The game had just changed.

I said, careful with my words. "Who is real?" Eren asked. She was still confused. "The beast," I said. I made my voice sound happy and surprised. "My dragon. She is talking to me. In my head." Eren's mouth fell open. "The dragon? She is awake? You mean like your actual dragon is awake? After all this time?" I nodded. I forced a big smile. "Yes. Her name is Veylara. She says my anger woke her up."

King Theron's voice was thick with disbelief. A Royal Gold Dragon. The heaven-anointed ruler. "Why?" Drakon's voice cracked. "Why can a whore like you give birth to a golden dragon? Why!" His eyes narrowed. He let out a roar that shook the sky and launched himself toward my child. "My baby!" I cried out and flew upward. A dragon's cry answered from beside me. Lysander shifted into his golden form and rose with me to face Drakon. Drakon coiled his massive dragon body. Golden light gathered around him. His crushing spiritual pressure silenced the entire hall.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

It was his only source to keep up the façade of being the fiercest dragon on this side of the mountain. “All warriors and elders, gather in the meeting hall!” Adam thundered as he drank the last bit of the flask. His body strengthens in an instant, his dragon roaring loudly in his chest. His dragon wanted blood, and it didn’t matter who. He was going to kill someone this night, and he was hoping it would be Creed.

“And if there’s goblins trying to attack you. Remember to smack them.” I rolled my eyes. The goblins are a bit too big to use that ‘smack’ word, but whatever. I then sped up to my location. Like any other fighting moment we had, everything ended almost instantly. I wasn’t really sure what type of dragon Clairmont is, because other than summoning huge crystal shards from the sky, he could also shake the earth and form a huge hole on the ground quickly. Mix two of them and make a combo.

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.

said Draco in Draconic Languange. “O Dragon of all Dragons. Awaken the Great Dragons from your deep slumber. I call you all the dragons of Magica. From the water, the land, the air. Ruler of animate and inanimate beings. For the Awakening of the Dragons and the future of Magica. I, Draco, the last Dragon King, summons you to rise and expel all demons from Magica! For Glory!”