Tale Of The Yellow Dragon Novels & Stories

I watch as the huge white dragon flies up into the air. “I’ve got the green one!” Truda yells, shooting her harpoon. I hear the scream of a dragon, but I can’t look. At that moment, the big beautiful dragon lifts up into the sky, screaming her rage. She and the big white one begin blowing air against us, pushing the other dragons back as the wolves go after the elves. They take off running, the cowards, but I hold steady, aiming for the beautiful dragon. I don’t want to kill her, I want to claim her.

he corrected gently. I appreciated the gesture, but it didn't change the facts. I was a dragon-god hybrid with no access to her magic, about to walk into a class that was all about the theory of it. It felt like a cruel joke. I clutched the small book hidden in my pocket, its familiar weight the only comfort I had. Surviving was one thing. Thriving was going to be another matter entirely.

“But she is a hybrid and you are a pure dragon. Are you lying to me, dragon?” “She can’t lie to you. Geez, do neither of you know anything about dragons?” Nylion asks. “Kenna is arguable the third strongest dragon currently alive, second only to Ancalagon and Eliane, and both of them have access to all four elements,” Kenzo says, coming to my defense. I’m surprised that Faeler doesn’t tell him to shut up, but apparently both men are interested in taking out Kenna and therefore, Yhendorn. I’ve known Yhendorn my entire life. He’s a good man, a good king from what I’ve been able to tell, and he’s been a perfect mate to Kenna. I’m not surprised that she’s pregnant.

the teacher said and continued reading. “Lothaire in his greedy nature felt that hell was to small to hold him and all the demons so he unleashed them to earth, demons came and enjoyed the earth like a common man, having intercourses and bearing abominable beasts that roamed the earth and caused chaos to cities and countries. Men killed them and didn’t stop killing them till they were all sent into extinction, the dragons were all killed and their skin used to make kings sandals but their eggs were never destroyed, they boiled it, bombed it, tried to squash it but to no avail. The dragons eggs cannot be destroyed they were kept in an old safe in an old castle located far from human civilizat

The bottom pops open and we see three volumes. The Dragon Tale, The Dragon Keeper, The End of Dragons. Teddy and I look at each other. “Grab Volume one, the Dragon Tale,” Teddy huffs. “Why do I feel like this is about to be ridiculous?” “Because it most likely is,” I say, opening the Sliver colored book. Dragons are among the first animals created at the beginning of time. These dragons died if killed and only lived 200 to 300 years. They would have been the only dragons in existence, if not for the selfishness of a goddess.

“Let the night take the burdens away. Let me tell you the old story from the shores of Akyaka” I took a slow sip of the warm tea, letting her rhythmic words lull me toward a dreamless sleep, blocking out the memory of Kayhan, Pelin, and the broken pieces of my heart. “In Akyaka’s realm of olden days, a dragon’s tale in twilight haze, From fiery mountain’s ‘hidden space, an egg was stolen, a daring chase. Molten lava, wild and bold, birthed a dragon, stories told. Burning flesh, a bone dragon formed, crawling up, its wings adorned.

Mia knew that the reincarnation of The legendary mage would soon appear, after all she had been present when Freya, who was her childhood friend, had given birth to the reincarnation of the golden dragon. Only, the golden dragon had a biological mother and father who were both powerful dragons, unlike Cassy who had appeared from nowhere, and when Dylan who was Freya's soul mate had seen the tattoo of the golden dragon on his son's right wrist, he had immediately gotten rid of all the witnesses of his birth and he had asked her to protect their son.

" Kaida interrupted Fafnir's explanation. "Do you still want to listen to my explanation or not?" Fafnir asked. Kaida immediately apologized. So Fafnir continued his explanation. "I think your child is the legendary dragon our ancestor was talking about a thousand years ago. I heard from our great-grandmother about the same condition you have. When the legendary golden dragon was conceived, the golden dragon was also absorbing the mana from its mother. The child was doing it because it was preparing to strengthen its body for the tremendous power it had. So your baby was doing the same thing but don't worry the both of you are doing fine. It will not take your lifespan." Fafnir explained. Ka

Alicia decided she had to see if he was still conscious before determining if she could help him or not. One quiet step at a time, Alicia came upon the dragon. He was blue, purple, and green and his skin shone in the sunlight like oil. Being a girl who knew no fear, she carefully reached a hand out to touch him. After all, it was not every day that you got to touch a dragon, she thought. He didn’t open his eyes when she gently touched the side of his face. That gave her courage to examine him. Alicia had hopes to be a Doctor of Animals, but she knew that was just a dream. No one would take a woman seriously.

There was a tone in his voice which told me he spoke from personal experience and regarded the dragons as lost kin. “I’m sorry,” I apologised, regarding him with puzzlement. What manner of brethren was he? I wondered again. Some connection to the dragons, to be sharing a cave with one and to be so personally affected by their losses. In the stories, however, the dragons were always solitary. It was hard enough to imagine one with a wife and the many children that he spoke of, let alone with a mysteriously beautiful, golden-haired, book obsessed companion. “When you have finished, sweep the cave floor. There is a broom in the kitchen,” he returned to his book, ending our conversation.