The Dragon Wars Novels & Stories

The river had swollen into the fields, and treetops broke the surface of the water which swirled restlessly around hidden obstacles, so it wasn’t lying, but Lyric doubted that the sign maker had a flood in mind. “You said that before. I don’t understand,” she indicated to turn off. That road would lead to one of the river crossings, and she suspected that it would be impassable due to flooding. Plus, they sought the dam. It still made sense that whatever was in the water would have originated from there. “What old war?” He slid her a frown. “The Eternal Wars of the Gods,” he prompted. “Sounds cheerful,” she said dryly. “You know nothing,” he realized with mild surprise. “Humans have forgotte

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

Lisa led a troupe of Dragon warriors to fight against the vampires who had invaded the Dragon territory with the motive to take over their lands. “We would not let the inmutal fangs rule over us as leader while us the slaves under their feet’s,we wouldn’t let them take what we have worked for,for years” Lisa yelled on top of her voice. And they all began the war chant. Lisa stared at a far distance with anger plastered on her face. Lisa stared at the fire which had burnt down more than three quarters of the village. Tears ran down Lisa’s eyes as she remembered the number of life’s lost.

Kylie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all, Delores was speaking of dragons, beings that were so powerful that their mere presence in her world was enough to tip the scales of war. A dragon was not something that could be easily ignored, and she doubted that the entire world of Beastmen put together could even put up a fight when faced with a dragon. Besides, one of the greatest Beastmen clans had a dragon as their descendants; yet Delores was referring to them like she did insects.

She leaned against me while I began to tell her. “As you saw for yourself, my brothers and I are dragon shapeshifters. We boarded our ship and escaped our world. Drakkon has been at war for many years and the weapons the Curonder’s, that is who our enemy is. They last used a weapon that had turned into germ fare. It has made our women sterile and they can no longer bear children. Along with the chemicals from the weapons that went airborne, it is killing off all vegetation. And poisoned the water. The water had all but dried up by now. My brothers and I tried to tell the council that we needed to leave our world and find someplace to start over. But they argue that with women not able to giv

Zarek had been following his would-be mate for miles, keeping his distance so she wouldn’t see him. His would-be mate wasn’t just a potential partner but a warrior. She was strong and courageous, having took on a dragon by herself. She was so much more than he had anticipated. He had only thought that she may be a meek shy little thing like his mother had been before she became pregnant with him. Most human women were terrified of male dragons. Male dragons were known to be territorial when it came to their women and rough with them, wielding their strength against the weaker sex. Human women avoided dragon folk, sticking to their human villages where they could claim or be claimed by a huma

Dragomir was shocked, “What clues?” She handed him her pad, and he read through it. “I went to the library and I found out something, a human kingdom where dragons are welcomed…” “Deleria”, they said together. Her eyes widened. “Every dragon knows about Deleria, it is the first place rogue dragons seek refuge”, he explained, “However after the war, they were left in ruins. The other human kingdoms attacked them and took their possessions as spoils…” “What better place to safeguard a stone than amongst humans…”

Nyra’s POV I shifted fully again and launched into the air. Above the square, the sky had become almost impossible to read. Dragon wings cut through smoke. Aetherfangs darted between them. Fire burst in red, orange, gold, and dark ugly streaks from Lucian’s side. Emberfall’s dragons fought with terrifying discipline. They did not waste flame. They did not chase enemies blindly. They moved like a kingdom that had been waiting for war and had made itself beautiful only because beauty did not stop it from being deadly.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

Only the fiercest of his warriors took over the portal to Earth, making sure that no human would be subject to any suffering as his daughter-in-law had to endure. The war took a toll on the entire realm. The darkness only lasted a few days instead of the years they thought the battle would take to suppress the evil warlock. Lives were lost, many unable to recover from the strong powers of the dark demons that lived in the demon-possessed warlock. It had hardened Creed after seeing all the blood that had spilled. It could have been his mate, his own children suffering at the wrath of such an evil. Now the dragons stayed in the mountains, away from the hustle and bustle of the growing populati