Vanguard Dragons Novels & Stories

She looked at James and rebuked him, “Stop spouting nonsense, James. What do you mean by one hundred million per glass? What do you mean by two billion? You’ve gone mad.” “We’ll gladly pay.” Richard dared not refute James. Zack had explained everything to him. This was the Black Dragon, the existence that stood at the top of the power pyramid. A single order from the Black Dragon could spell doom for the Five Provinces Business Alliance, let alone the Xenoses. Although two billion dollars was a hefty sum, he would gladly pay as long as the problem could be resolved. Richard lifted his head and pleaded, “Ms. Thea, I’ll pay. Two billion, is that right? Give me your account number. I’ll make th

The tremendous presence studied the tattoo on her back. “And what do we have here? I’m in awe there are still worshippers of Dragons existing in this fallen era,” The Lung Dragon known to be Dracsora the Dragon of Discreet emphasized. “Nevertheless, I still don’t care, since you came all the way to my lair just to talk. I deemed your efforts insufficient. Your virtues are all mine." Dracsora opened his jaws wide about devouring in a single snap.

Its mission seemed clear: destroy the wizard first. At the last instant, Dral threw himself in front of Dominic and fired a bolt of blue fire directly into the dragon’s fire. The volkaane fire did not stop the dragonfire, but it split the stream in two, causing it to pass harmlessly on either side of Dral and Dominic.

After moving the runic shield aside with his paw, he flew headfirst into the Red Dragons. Taking a better look at the Red Dragon in front of me, I could recognize him, he was Viktor, Orit's infamous right hand. An executor called the Death Blink. Aelred breathed a little tornado of fire. Today, Viktor wouldn’t kill, but be killed and his reign of terror would finally come to an end. Another large Dragon came towards us. I didn’t know him, but I was sure he wasn’t the General we were looking for. Orit didn’t even come up to protect his own house, only sending his dragon-minions instead.

But beneath the fire, something twisted. It shouldn't have mattered. Not what Vessara thought. Not what these dragons whispered in their spite. And yet the insult clung to her ribs like soot. They didn’t think she was worthy—not strong enough, not dragon enough. They saw her as a fragile thing, too breakable to bear his mark, too human to deserve the Warlord. But hadn’t she survived? Hadn’t she endured the thing even their kind could barely withstand? So why did their judgment ache deeper than the bruises on her hips? Why did it make her want to prove something?

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

Like for example the scroll, an objective only` heard about but on the Lord Dragons possess. Kade has been to sanctuary, the land of dragons. Dragons never interact with outsiders but at a rare chance they might be mates, it is said they are possessive and be borderline caveman. On the arch gate in bold letters creatively framed along with burnt tips reads dragon clan sanctuary.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

After returning back after an hour, he found the Drake Hamilton, the most powerful and the richest Dragons alive, standing in front of his house with what smells like a coffee cup in his hand. He seems to be enjoying his morning coffee. "Mr Hamilton" Sean greeted the dragon respectfully. In the Dragon world, the orange dragons are considered as the royalty. the green dragons are most like their advisers and ministers. The red dragons are like soldiers. Sean knows the difference in their statures. So he greeted the dragon respectfully. Drake noticed the green dragon returning back from his work. "Sean" he greeted him as well. Sean walked towards Drake with slow measured steps. "I found a dead