Taming The Dragon Within Novels & Stories

In that bar, seeing the predatory look, I already knew the danger he represented the ferocious animal looking for a fight at the height, one which I felt the challenge to provide, I tried uselessly to believe that it was dangerous for my plans, to undo the constant desire. I was completely wrong, Dragon is a ball of destruction ravaging every wall firmly built to protect something I thought I lost long ago, a part of me I never imagined needing, wanting, or wanting, taking over a forgotten space and appropriating the deepest avaricious miseries of my soul in wanting to have him and keep him just for pleasure.

Following that, a huge black dragon was seen leaping from the water while dancing and roaring above Tyr’s head. Tyr made a gesture with one hand. A black book was seen floating in his palm. All kinds of letters surged up from that book. They then leaped into the center of Tyr’s eyebrows. “The Dragon Taming Skill!” Tyr closed his eyes and sensed the mythical feeling brought to him by the book. After some time, Tyr opened his eyes once more, and a flash of light shot out from his eyes. Tyr spread out his hands and snatched something out of the air. The black dragon’s body were immediately grasped by a massive palm that abruptly descended from the sky.

Until her. I push away from the window, turning to face the empty office. The runic candles have dimmed to barely glowing embers, responding to the depletion of my energy after that display of temper. Dragons aren't meant to contain such emotions—rage, desire, possessiveness. We're creatures of action, of claiming and protecting. This constant restraint wears at me like water on stone, gradually eroding what I've always valued most: control.

I watched Aurien surge into the sky, the muscles in his back working beneath the gleaming golden scales, powering the strong wings that lifted his massive body into the air. “I have to stop dwelling on what I cannot have,” I said, more to myself than to the warlock. “And focus on what I need to do. If this is my fate, then I must stop surrendering to it like the lamb and seize it like the dragon.” The sacrificial lamb with a dragon’s heart must learn to roar to win the war. Did I have a dragon’s heart within me? Not within my own chest, of that, I was sure. Did the Seers refer again to the child I carried within me? By extension, did I not have a dragon’s heart within this sacrificial lamb?

"Dragon fire is not merely flame but the physical manifestation of will and emotion given form through ancient magic that runs in our blood. To access it for the first time, one must find the burning core that exists within every dragon, that spark of heat and light that can never be fully extinguished even when suppressed by external magic. Close your eyes and look inward, past flesh and bone to the essence of what you are, and there you will find it waiting like a ember in darkness, ready to roar to life the moment you give it permission to burn." "That's beautiful," Alex murmured. "And maybe exactly what you need to hear right now." I kept reading, discovering entry after entry from drago

But the dragon inside me only laughed. I clung to the window frame until my breathing evened out, willing the fire to sink back into the pit of me where it belonged. My palms burned against the glass, faint scorch marks fogging the pane, but I didn’t let go until the sparks dulled, until my eyes flickered back to something closer to human. My dragon didn’t vanish, it never did, but I forced it down with everything I had, locking it behind the same fragile walls I’d been patching together since the day my foster parents kicked me out.

Alice pouted, while trying to smooth her hair back into place. ''Well, I won't give up,'' Catori said. ''Good, now. In order to transform, you have to concentrate. Imagine that you are one with your dragon, picture what it looks like and when you can grasp a clear picture, imagine yourself becoming your beast.'' ''But I don't know what my dragon looks like.'' ''Just imagine a dragon, or what you think it would look like.'' Catori did as Rydstorm said. She closed her eyes and immediately she was back in the dark room.

Then he finally found the courage he needs to move forward towards the better future. And unknown to him his souls which constantly contradicting each other have started to become one, they are balanced just like yin and yang. He has another breakthrough, he break the shackles which binds him to go to the next step. What it meant to truly become The True Dragon of Domination. He shall dominate everything, Dominance. Control. These things the unjust seek most of all. And so it is the duty of the just to defy dominance and to challenge control. He shall have dominance and control over everything, even his feelings.

When she said she could hear dragons nearby, pride swelled in my chest. Her senses are sharpening. She is awakening. But awakening draws attention. I promised her I would return tomorrow. I will. Though each crossing weakens me. Though each push against the seam risks widening it too quickly. She must understand her role before events overtake her. She believes she is meant to help dragons move into the future. She is. But not only that. She is meant to restore balance between worlds. If she chooses to. That was the lesson of our war. Control breeds fracture.

She finished and turned a bit to the side so I could see her scales up close. Compassion surged within me suddenly, closely followed by guilt. Rising to my feet, I hesitantly reached out to touch Drogo's majestic scales. The dragon I once perceived as a menacing creature, now seemed almost benevolent. As if we belonged together. As if she was telling me not to be afraid.