The Ice Dragon Book Novels & Stories

It’s a flaming bird. A phoenix. **I hope you’ve enjoyed Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon. This story will continue in Rise of the Phoenix, Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series.

Neela's dragon body trembled violently, the ice on her body shook violently, and her mouth opened wide, spewing out a stream of extremely ice-cold dragon breath with a violent flick. Swish— The dragon's breath formed a circle in the air before dispersing. The two hundred or so black-clothed people who had gathered in all directions were all frozen into ice sculptures in one fell swoop. This ice seal's strength even surpassed Alex's Great Icebound Spell. This was because this was a mash-up of the Great Icebound Spell and the Ice Dragon Breath. That sliver of sky was transformed into a world of ice and blue instantly. Even space itself stopped in its tracks.

she said that but she didn't want to admit her inability to resist reading the book. It...called to her. She sat on the steps, sword now placed across her knees, as she opened the book. The words spilled into her mind like sunflower seeds. Valia Rostrag. A dragon who was incomplete. Hair black as night, kissed with streaks of impossible green, eyes like oceans that could drown a kingdom.

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

Upon saying those words, Dalton muttered a spell. The ice beneath his feet cracked open, and a wisp of black miasma crept upwards as a black ice dragon emerged. The ice dragon stared down at Wilbur as Dalton leaped onto its head, melding his aura into the dragon as he reached out to grab Wilbur. The ice dragon reached out as well, grabbing at Wilbur in the same motion. Wilbur flew backward as Dalton chased after him on the ice dragon, which opened its mouth to snap at Wilbur.

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

Heat twisted low again, fingers itching to trace dragon tattoo, shatter glass cages together. Sleep evaded, penthouse glass reflecting endless night. Eiko's nod gateway, pinning display foreplay. Game layered darker, forbidden pulls magnetic. Chicago breached its signature warning, claim. I countered tomorrow, rivals crushed, his obsession my lever. Two predators, steps shadowed closer, collision inevitable. Ruin beckoned sweetly.

How am I to convince her? Once home I ate a slab of beef raw and waited for late night to come. When it became late and dark enough, and with no moon tonight. Which helps. I went to the roof and stripped off my clothes, setting them inside the small shed on the roof, and shifted into my emerald, green dragon. I spread my wings wide and pushed off with my mighty legs. I kept to the darker places as I flew and headed out over the ocean to get a good flight in. When I flew far enough away from land, I stopped and hovered looking around to make sure I was alone. Not seeing any ships on the water, I felt I was safe and alone, I built up my dragon fire from the depth of my being and blew out towar

"The ice man makes glaciers look warm and fuzzy. I've seen corpses with more personality." He gestured dramatically at the red dragon. "There's a reason I call him the Ice Mountain. And trust me, it's not a term of endearment. It's a public service announcement." The dragon's head snapped toward Killian with speed that shouldn't have been possible for something so large, and his amber eyes narrowed to slits. A low, warning snarl rumbled from deep in his chest, a sound that vibrated through the ground and made nearby debris rattle.

He was a human and she was a Lycan. “So the ice dragons live where it snows all year round?” She’s spoken about many types of dragons but this was the one I found the most interesting. “Yeah, they are ice dragons. They only feel alive when it is cold. They can’t survive for long where there is sun,” All full-fledged lycans and wolves do not get cold easily but when it snows, we have to protect ourselves with thick clothes. I could not imagine having to live where it snows all year round. They were ice dragons anyway so it was a given.