The Heart Of A Dragon Novels & Stories

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?

Xavier shouted and the knights moved quickly and used a harpoon with chains to seal the dragon on the ground and to immobilize it. The dragon looked like a chain mummy. Xander, Sussie, and I didn't waste any time and used earth magic to get us to a higher ground. We started creating magma balls, they're the compressed fire magic I created when we first fought the dragon, just a little bigger and upgraded. I named it, if it's cringey, I don't care. It's hard to think of cool names. We aimed for the dragon's throat. Why the throat? Why not it's heart? The fire breathing happens on it's throat. Its heart is covered with thick steel like scales while the throat not so much and I would very much

the beggar said angrily, "Dragon's heart is no ordinary ingredient. It’ll kill you after you've digested it completely." Rozi grew anxious, recalling the warning about the potency of dragon's hearts. She turned to Claude, whose expression had become grave. Claude argued, "But it can halt her aging. I've only added in some heat to help her stimulate her digestion. Is that wrong?" "You fool!" the beggar snapped and threw his drumstick on the floor. "The heat given off by dragon's hearts consists of negative energy. It will deplete all of her positive energy. Do you want to send her to an early grave?"

I was on his tail and ran up towards his back as his tail swished around and he turned his head to get a look at me. I punched him as hard as I could at the exact point where his spine connected with his skull. There was a small hollow hole right behind that point where it met with muscle and tendon. It was that exact spot that rendered a dragon off balance for a few seconds. I grabbed the dragon’s horn and swung all my body weight to the side as he stumbled slightly and then went crashing down to the ground. I would have maybe five more seconds before he regained control of himself. I slid down his massive chest and stuck my morphed hands in between the scales and through the ribs that prot

I turned slightly and then, it hit me. I gasped and placed my palm over my heart, doubling over. I felt it. Strong and unbreakable, a cord that connected our bodies, minds and souls to each other's. It reached out, connecting me to him, over time, over space, over realms. I felt his power fuse with mine and cuddle around my ice, making me warm. Fire to my ice. Ice to his fire. I didn't need to see him to know it was him. My dragon growled again with mixed emotions coursing through her. I joined in with a snarl and lifted my head, anger of a woman and beast merging into something cataclysmic.

Kaelin slammed his foot against the bookshelf as hard as he could, gaining everyone’s attention as we all turned to look at him, steam coming from his nose in waves, proof that this dragon king was about to lose control, I took a step back out of instinct when he looked at me, ready to defended myself should it come to that, only he turned on his fellow dragons, his skin beginning to glow. “How can you all talk to her like that?” He shouts, his voice echoing with a fierce growl, before he turns back to look at me. “You are our mate, we sensed it the moment your car hit ours, if you are what you say then you wouldn’t know this, pheonix’s cannot tell their mate by smell alone like other shifte

She might not have been right in my eyes, but it didn't warrant an argument in the middle of a human settlement. "Let's not hash this out here where anyone can walk close enough to us to understand that this conversation shouldn't take place between two human girls," I instructed and walked towards where I spotted a boutique. Cyra walked with her arm tangled within mine but didn't comment. She was the Heir for the Ignis. The fire dragons. A few years younger than I am, with a tall slender frame and untameable red hair. By all accounts, she was stunning, but a very wild spirit to tame. Except when it came to her views on humans and dragons. Those were very rigid lines in her book and lines sh

"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

He stayed in the same position a little longer breathing in her fragrance. She looked into his black eyes, losing herself. His warm breath mixed with hers and aroused feelings in her that she didn’t know ever existed. She wanted a taste of those soft lips. His mild masculine chocolaty smell, similar to his jacket, filled her with images of them romping in her bed. She wanted to run her fingers in that silky hair of his but the stupid fritter was still in her good hand and her left hand in the sling was useless. She stayed mesmerised in that position, feeling her heart race at an abnormal pace. Unable to deny her something that she craved so badly, she kissed him. It was as if the entire worl

I’m just human. I’ve heard the name “Black Dragon” in every dangerous mission. All of them succeeded. I wasn’t even aware that he is younger than me. But now, upon knowing him, I know I felt jealous or envious of him. I know jealousy won’t help in the kind of job I have. Se7en always say, “Don’t allow jealousy to enter your heart and mind. It will become a monster that will devour and destroy you anytime.” I always tried to follow it though I know I don’t need it before because I’m the best of Dark Knight. But now that Black Dragon arrived, I dunno if I can still obey it. I sighed and glanced at him. *End of Flashback*