The Dragon's Prophecy Audiobook Novels & Stories

Stale dust drifted in thin streams of stained sunlight, bled through dragon-forged windows far above, throwing fractured halos across the stacks. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was looking for. But I knew it when I saw it. And I did. Three floors down, slipped into the binding of an incomplete book: The Aurelian Reckoning, I found it, folded parchment, the edges singed, sealed with wax that crumbled at my touch. Inside, an illustration of the brand on Kellan’s hand. Beneath it was a name. Seraphine Aurelian. Notes were scribbled in the margins. References to something called Dracofatum. The Dragon Fate. A prophecy from a hundred years ago, hidden after the clan wars. I kept reading.

The fireplace still crackled with gentle heat, casting flickering shadows across the walls of Cheyenne’s cabin as the group sat circled around the low coffee table, pages of scrawled notes and old books spread across every available surface. The atmosphere had mellowed from panicked deciphering to something a bit more focused—but still chaotic. Tora blew a strand of hair out of her face. “Okay, so we’ve narrowed the prophecy down to… vague doom, probable fire, and maybe baby dragon apocalypse.”

Ashek started trying to control himself not to get angry because his eyes have started changing. Lame tell Ashek to please control himself because she is not ready to faint again while having this conversation the ancient temple started shaking again it's a new prophecy it says The Real Dragon King is coming soon! when the priests read and translate it then tell Lame. She stands up quickly, Lame asked the priests maybe they're sure about what they just read right now. Those priests said yes and one of them explained that the dragon king is the most powerful dragon among all the angels and gods in the world.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” “I heard a rumor,” the elder said, her voice scratchy like old parchment. “About a prophecy.” I didn’t bother pretending to be surprised. “There are always rumors. What makes this one worth tracking me down for?” She tilted her head, her white braid sliding over one shoulder. “Because it’s old. And because it’s in Drogon.” That got my attention. “The dragon language?” She nodded once, eyes sharp. “Carved into stone. Hidden for centuries. Until now.”

The more dragons they had, the better their chances of taking over. That was the prophecy he knew. The prophecy neither Mare nor the Baryns knew. To them, the prophecy meant freedom from slavery but he knew the true prophecy spoke of the merging of the kingdom of old once again. An order of 6 kingdoms once broken, merged under dragon blood. Only then... He was tempted to release a deep sigh of relief but it was just beginning. This is where their story will begin and for many years after this, the story will continue to be told.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

I'm not crazy about everyone knowing that my powers, but I know that any ally of our pack is safe. Saige is going crazy in my head when I start smelling the most delicious smell. It smells like sandalwood and mint. I was lost in that scent when the most beautiful dragon I have ever seen lands in our wood line, lets off two children, and after getting dressed approaches us. The man is an Adonis! He has jet-black hair, the most gorgeous emerald green eyes I have ever seen, and he towers over me! The man must be close to seven feet tall! He's tall enough and wide enough to wrap himself around me at least a couple times. Saige keeps saying, "MATE! MATE! Move closer to mate!" I said, "I can't! He

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

Others are written long before the first breath of either soul. The seam trembles again, but this time the vibration carries something different. Not conflict. Recognition. Seraphina’s presence brushes faintly against the barrier like wind across still water. And another presence with it. Aurelion. The dragon king’s magic resonates against the seam in a deep, steady rhythm that reminds me of distant thunder rolling through mountains. They are already learning to work together. Good. Because they will need one another before this war is finished. I step closer to the barrier.

Landing on the ground in the middle of the garden I quickly shift to my human form. “THE PROPHECY HAS BEGAN! THE FIRST OF THE DRAGONS HAVE GIVEN THEIR POWERS AND STRENGTH HERE TODAY. OUR ANCESTORS NOW RESIDE INSIDE DRACO! HE IS TRULY KING OF THE DRAGONS. THE LARGEST AND MOST POWERFUL OF OUR KIND. HE WILL PROTECT THE WHOLE SPECIES COMMUNITY AS A WHOLE.” My dragon was badass. I loved the way she was so commanding at times. I quickly regain control and run over to were Draco just landed. I could tell Alaric had control when I heard the bones snapping apart.