The Library Dragon Novels & Stories

He must admit that this woman did have the potential to be an Aphrodite. “I won’t mess with you anymore. Since you’ve promised me, I’m your woman now so I have no choice but to care for you. Let’s talk business.” Serena instantly changed her tone and became a completely different person. Although Kiran wanted to say that she was not his woman, he kept quiet and looked at Serena, waiting for her to continue. Then, Serena glanced around the library and said, ”The York family funded this library.” “I know!” “This entire floor is filled with ‘The Secret Records of Dragonsmount’!” Serena added.

She had seen people speak into the small glowing rectangles before, but she had not thought of them as spaces where words could travel invisibly. The walk to the library was short but deliberate. The air in the east wing seemed to grow warmer as they approached, the familiar scent of leather and dust greeting her before the door was even in sight. Alton stood waiting, hands folded behind his back. “Good morning, Miss Eva,” he said with a small bow. “I believe your dragon is on the middle shelf today.” Eva stepped past him into the golden quiet of the library. Evelyn and Vivienne lingered at the door, watching her move toward the row of books as if she’d lived here for decades instead of mont

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

I tiptoed, slowly walking towards the shelf, trying to hide myself and make everything quick before she wakes up. I scan, poke, and pick every strands of books just to find that special one. If i am not mistaken, it was the blue book i have accidentally choosen before, which the librarian knows it's prohibited. ### After scanning for a couple of minutes, I finally have found what im here for. This was the book I have held before. It is the one who's talking about parallel universe and portals. Before the dragon reawakened, I quickly run to exit. I look like a thief.

Once one has entered the Library of Magic, they cannot speak of its existence to another living soul, lest they be cursed for eternity. That was fine. I had zero intentions of revealing this place to anyone I knew, even the men I was trusting to lead my army. This was my secret to keep. I looked around the library. Although it seemed silly to speak the words out loud, it might be the only way I could find what I was looking for. “Dragon Knights,” I declared, and then quickly followed up with, “Curse.” A ripple went through the room. Then, from the farthest corner, a small book flew off its shelf and drifted over to me. I plucked it out of the air and looked at the cover in amazement.

I cannot let Kendal find out. I have to leave. But how? I have no money. No allies. No plan. But I have to find a way. For my baby. For myself. That night, I wait until Rina falls asleep. Then I slip out of my room. Down the hallway. Past the guards. Through the garden. I find the hidden library again. The book is still there. The one about the Dragon God. I open it to the marked page. The child of dragon and wolf shall unite the races or destroy them forever.

The transition from "Ascended Monarchs" to "starving shifters" happened remarkably fast. For hours, we were buried in vellum and leather. We moved through stacks of ancient scrolls, but it seemed the Great Library of the Queens had a sense of humor—or a very mundane side. We found "The Little Dragon Who Lost His Spark," a three-volume set on the proper way to tax wool in the fourteenth century, and a surprisingly aggressive book on the ethics of herbalism.

I implore. He continues looking at me with suspicious eyes before relenting with a small sigh. “It’s actually Dragon Lord’s residence now. The library is at the back of his residence.” I frown. Shouldn’t he live in the Queen’s residence? However, I don’t voice my curiosity. “Can you… take me there?” I ask, feeling embarrassed and nervous all of a sudden. I mean what if I’m in the middle of raising the library and Clyde returns? “Sure,” he says with a lopsided grin.

I chuckled, "I hope not too." Aidinth asked, "What are you laughing at?" I chuckled, "Saige. She's trying to figure out how we are going to change. For werewolves, we just have to mark them on the new moon." Aidinth said, "It's kind of the same thing, except it is done in a sacred area. I've never actually seen it done, but dad said it's like a ceremony. Selene will guide us through it." I said, "Is Selene the dragon goddess too?" He replied, "She is for the shifters. For the actual dragons, that do not shift, that is Tiamat." I said, "I didn't even know there were any more actual dragons. I don't need to see one though. I think being the shifter kind is good for me." Aidinth laughed and sai

"Let me guess: Leon told you, huh, Jennifer?" Her cheeks tinted, and she toyed with the napkin in her lap. "Why does it matter who told me? Who lies about dragons, Soph?" Said woman sighed and rubbed her temples. Why would a dragon dwell in the Voiceless Mountains right in the heart of the Nightpoint City here in the Laera Kingdom? The Laera Kingdom was always dragon-free. Dragons are killed upon sight. All of them, members of the Knights Association, are dragon slayers. Well, except for her.