The Dragon Wars Novels & Stories

The Dragon of Discreet furrowed his brows at the Drake. “… Dragon of Obeisance. The wars between the Destroyer and the world is upon us and here we are sticking to the advice of some Humane who definitely should follow our instructions not the other way round. We are the rulers of the world not some low creatures on the totem pole!”

One day the fire-drakes appeared from the distant land of Meswuoya. With these events, the War of Dragons began. Dragon against dragon, dragonlord against dragonlord, brother against brother. The land was in chaos. However, one of the dragon commanders changed sides. With the help of the dragons, the War of the Dragons ended. Put down your sword, Riafinn! We need to talk. Y…You k…You know my name? Yes, I know everything about you. Darkness send by the wizard Hemoct touched the world.

Nayara remained more centrally above, cutting swaths as she could. The Ma’veth did not ignore the Dragons. After their initial pass, masses of the creatures swarmed up to assail them. They had little effect against them. Hard Dragon scales were more than enough protection against their sharp teeth, nor could their venom penetrate. Those that made the attempt died in plumes of Dragon fire. The Guardians continued doing their best to quell the influx of more of them and to eliminate as many as possible. The task kept them busy as they helped lower the threat to the soldiers below.

The two vials of the serum lay in her purse, but she wouldn't reach for them. "Then why did you come after me at the club?" he asked. "I" She tensed, fear still fluttering inside her despite her building arousal. "We know about the dragon war, the power vacuum it left behind and how things might escalate into something worse. I wanted to get you alone so the Brotherhood could talk to you. We want to do what we can to help avert a full-scale war, but your people and mine have never really been on talking terms." Rurik's gaze burned into hers. "Dragon war? That's what this is about? You think my family can't handle one Drakor dragon?" He chuckled. "You can tell the hunters there is nothing to

“What did you say?” I swallowed. “It was the day the war ended. When the elders of most nations came together, saying dragons should no longer exist. They turned their armies loose, their magic, everything they had, to destroy them.” Drake’s fingers formed fists. “I was a boy, but I knew it was wrong. And when I saw one… a dragon, clinging to life by a thread, struggling to open a vial of medicine with trembling claws… I couldn’t just walk away.” I swallowed. “So I helped him.”

Alexander chuckled. Back then, during the incessant wars, all four Dukes of War—Green Dragon, White Tiger, Maxine, and Juno—did their best to cultivate to the Martial Overlord level despite their exhaustion from the wars. After peace was restored to Wyverna, the four Dukes of War and the 108 Barons of War cultivated even more diligently. Green Dragon was the first to break through to Lord of War before traveling to Cherisha.

“What happened to the dragons? Did they like, kill themselves off or something?” “That’s what some people think, but most say that the war made the dragons weak, and the ones who remained alive after the fighting retreated back to the realm of their god; Helios, the Sun God. But it has been almost two thousand years, and none have returned.” I watch Aurora as she explores the map in front of her, she shows genuine interest in learning about our world and its inhabitants.

Queen Vashti hugged the princess and assured her that the prince would return to her safely. Within two hours, they could hear sounds of the battle, even through the heavy concrete walls. Alicia watched through a break in the wall and her heart ached as she watched Prince Corithias taking on the Red Dragon, the Rogue King Cyrus himself. They fought in midair biting, slashing, and thrashing about. Alicia became angry and burst into flames as she saw her dragon being thrown down upon the ground, bleeding. She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall.

“A war that will end everything.” The other dragons shifted, their scales gleaming in the dim light. A silver one, Artheia tilted her head. “War? Against whom?” “Ariel,” I said, my voice heavy with anger. “And her daughter.” The dragons growled in unison, the sound shaking the mountains. Flames licked the air. “She destroyed us once,” Drakar said bitterly. And now she wants to do it again?” “Yes,” I said sharply, “if she wins, there will be no more creatures like dragons in this world again.”

Elder George said. “Exile? Exile! Are you fucking insane?” Lucas yelled. “Dad …” “This is bullshit!” Lucas yelled again. “You will have twelve hours to leave this territory. You may settle down wherever you wish although permission has to be granted to you from the reigning Sire, though I doubt any of them would grant an exiled dragon permission to settle,” Elder Edward said. “I accept exile Elders but be warned that since I am no longer recognized as dragonkin in your community I no longer have to adhere to your laws pertaining to business and war,” I said.