The Red Dragon Book Novels & Stories

Blake whispered back, but she didn’t believe him. ‘Ah! To hell with this!’ Blake heard Drake from the egg, and everything was quiet. ‘Did Drake give up? What now?’ Blake thought and was about to reach out to Drake when there was a tremendous explosion from the egg, making eggshells fly throughout the room. Drake, the little red eastern dragon, was hovering there with his eyes closed. Everyone around, including his parents, was astonished by the power he gave out. Opening his eyes, he looked around and breathed a sigh of relief as a powerful force developed within him. Before he knew he belched a fireball and landed on the floor. Drake then looked around with innocent eyes that would make any

Powerful, undefeated and immortal. "We shall send the firstborn to spy out the human world, to find out what they can use against us and steal the heart of magic from whoever the keeper is. This time, we will secure our victory." Rowal, the sovereign and alpha of the red dragons, bellows his stand on the plan. He is ruthless, cunning and ambitious, silently wanting the throne of power to be his. The gold dragons are just lucky to be favored by their god, their creator, but he believes he is more fit to lead the remaining clans of flying beast.

The one my mother told about in the story. Seeing the diamond graffiti written in dark red liquid on its temple, I know it was that dragon. The vetrik Jihn drakon. Its chest began to appear red as if the beast swallowed tons of coals on its throat. Its eyes glowed dark while its huge snout began to open in what seemed to be prepared to release something.

Roman's breath stuttered as he sucked a breath in. “Yes, I will be your queen,” Roman said, forcing his voice out as loud as he could without crying. Ezra smiled as he brought the Omega's hands to his mouth and kissed his fingers before standing. Roman's lips part when Nadja begins speaking again, recognizing the tongue of the ancient dragon language. His eyes immediately filled with tears as he looked at Nadja in shock. The ancient Elder stood tall, holding an old thick book. Scales lined the book, creating the cover. On the front is a perfectly shaped baby dragon's first claw that looks as fresh as the day it was shed. It symbolizes the beginning of a dragon's life, a perfect symbol for th

In fact, majority of the people had chosen to forget that there was a thirteenth noble house ruled by the Whitby's. All they knew about him was that he had become a religious fanatic who ran a gathering of people who believed in Dragons and the Vita Navitas. "Silver Falcon!" Rhaegal, the head of the bandits called out to him after watching him approach his tent for a while and he turned slowly. The Head of the bandits, Rhaeghal, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he had heard about the Silver Falcon, but never met the man in person. All the business they did together was always conducted by a middleman of the sorts. He had believed it was so because Silver Falcon was probably too old to stan

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

He could endanger me and my kids. Going out of the room I had been tortured I couldn't believe my eyes, the whole place was burnt down excluding the spot I was in. " You don't have to be worried, everyone involved in this is dead including Diana," The strange man said. This meant to be that he had burnt all of them. Seeing a big dragon, I shivered in fright. " Dragons are real?" I asked with excitement. "Yes they are," he said with a smile, in a swift movement he got on his Dragon. " I'm sorry I can't get on that," I said, moving backward in fear.

Soon the remainder of his father’s companions had been slain. Randey stared, quaking with helplessness. A hint of movement in the corner of his eye caused him to look skyward. It took his panicked mind a moment to register what it was he was seeing. A dark shape was gliding down the valley toward the site of battle. When he realized what it was, a glimmer of hope blossomed within him. It was a Dragon. Specifically, it was Ghaeron. Randey had never seen the Dragon Guardian before, but he had no doubt. The gleaming, reflective black scales shimmered with rainbow ripples as he soared ever nearer. Randey smiled, feeling that rescue for his father was at hand.

With the knowledge of his past lives he had deduced that the birthmark of the dragons must have appeared on his wrist when he turned 18, and that was why the Prophets had been able to locate him. And the mages this time must have remembered their past mistakes and made him undetectable so that the Prophets could not spot him until he was strong enough to defend himself... Just the fact that the golden dragon was on Astoria, which was a world in the intermediate plane of existence, showed how careful the humans had been.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.