The Dance Of Dragons Novels & Stories

The storm that scattered many of the dark figures, but the puppets reformed as quickly as they were torn apart. “These things won’t stay down!” he yelled, launching a lightning bolt at one particularly large puppet which broke down but formed back. Amid the chaos, Hyperion’s focus was solely on Damon. The two collided again and again, Hyperion’s strength clashing with Damon’s agility. Each time Hyperion struck, Damon would dissolve into shadows, reappearing behind him or from the walls. Damon’s laugh echoed through the chamber, taunting, as he played with the light and darkness like a master of both.

At the stroke of midnight, Niklaus let out a primal yip, and the pounding of the drums began, pulsating through the air the heartbeat of our world. My mates stood in a line, Niklaus at the center, his eyes gleaming with intensity as he launched into his dance. Fire torches swirled around him, casting shadows on the sand as he moved forward with strong powerful strokes. Every step, every swirl of his hips, every locked gaze told a story of passion and desire, his eyes burning with lust as they locked onto mine, drawing me into the primal rhythm of the dance.

Anyway, while this book becomes the first book for dragon genre, it certainly wasn't my first book in the fantasy genre. The Dance of Fates: Bellatrix was my first fantasy book and I had finished it last year, 2020 so if you can go over my profile, you will find its completed version. I also have a Patreon account, you can find my name "Yeirah de Dieu" and receive trivia, character reveals and bonus chapters for all my books, including "The Dance of Fates" and "Bane of the Dragons". Hopefully, I can write more dragon genre and in time, become familiar with this trope. Until then, thank you for you support and love! Don't forget to leave a vote in this book and help it get to the ranking. Cia

His beast was a beautiful shimmering green and he gritted his teeth and groaned as his beast merged with him. For a few minutes it was quiet and then Baz roared loudly. The beast circled around the roof of the warehouse and flapped his wings loudly. He landed in front of Baz and I took a step forwards as he bowed his head to the floor in front of us. Baz rumbled in approval and the dragon took off again and without wasting time dove straight into Rev.

once again reached a volatile tone when Calder was suddenly joined by over a dozen other spectruls as Murdok looked around Calder was the only one to speak, “we know of her and the collector my master, we also notice she is not of interest to him but is of considerable value to you.” Murdok smirked and shook his head, addressing the entire crowd, “now hear me, all of you! I do not require a companion in any way, Rori will be welcome to stay here under the protection of the mountain as all of you are and that is the last we will discuss it.” Murdok hears subtle whispered voices, and again Calder was the only one to speak. “She has the fire inside of her, the boy… Andy was with her when flits

she told him as she opened up her treasure box on her table and handed him a large wad of money. At that, Zander turned to Lex with a smile and said, “I told you that you could trust Claudia to help you. The girl is more capable than you think. Go easy on her, she just wanted to protect you. But Claudia, on the same note, how would you take care of us if you keep working so hard?” At Lex’s puzzled look, Claudia said, “there is seven hundred there because I know you wanted that dragon to put on your alter at home and I still have one hundred in my chest for me to eat.”

"Some Embers are chosen to represent the rest, so they choreograph a presentation. It's a spectacle." "I always adore the Dancing Dragon," Ahvi interjected. "Thrystan performs it almost every year because he's a superior firebender, and he's absolutely brilliant." No doubt about that. If the Dancing Dragon was anything like what I witnessed in the market square the other day when he effortlessly subdued those men, then yes, he had my respect. But I'd never admit it to his face. As Brax stepped away from the podium, the room buzzed back to its usual chatter. I cleared the remnants of pheasant and salad from my table, washing it down with a whole cup of water.

The Hall of Sacrul rumbled with the low growl of dragons. Fourteen great beasts sat in their true forms around a dais made of deepstar stone, a mineral said to have fallen from the bones of dying stars. Each dragon revealed its true form in silent contest, the weight of their might pressing against the air. Heat shimmered between them, an invisible storm of pride and restrained carnage.

Drake's POV Frustration simmered within me—I couldn’t get anywhere with Opal. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t lay a finger on her to force the answers I needed. The cold wind bit at my skin as I trudged through the snow, summoning the heat of my magic. Flames roared to life, consuming the corpses. It was the least I could do—to pay my respects, as one dragon honoring another. Even if they weren’t pure dragons, but hybrids or even just half-dragons, it didn’t matter. The fire was a rite, a farewell.

The next few days passed by in a blur, with Dorian and I meeting up nearly every night and exploring a new piece of the Fafner Palace as well as getting the announcement of the next challenge. On the first night we agreed to meet in front of The All Mothers statue that was at the center of a grand fountain behind the Central Palace. I had gotten there before him and turned to look at the Goddess while I waited. She was in a flowing gown that looked like a river of stone with a crown of flowers and stars in her eyes. On her right shoulder was a small dragon with lavender eyes and its tail wrapped around the All Mothers neck. Another small little dragon with teal eyes was encircling her left a