Vanguard Dragons Novels & Stories

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

, nuz nust won’t kos able wa raise gein do niin since nust sizaan ney. Nuz because nust couldn’t raise niin, nust grew wa koraav pah creatures ol equals, ahrk nol til nust changed faal lein. (To the future vampdragon and werewolf's mate; we hope you will have better luck than we did. There is so much we need to tell you, but let's start from the beginning- My name is Martin and I'm a vampdragon, while my dragon's name is Dikais and my vampire’s name is Zaff. My mate's name is Agatha, and she's a werewolf. Her werewolf name is Alina; throughout the years vampdragons and werewolves could never be together, but I wanted that to change. So, I set out to look for my mate. Agatha wasn’t my first m

Even before I read it, I felt the hatred buried in those words: “You wear the bones of the extinct like armor. But some of us remember what burned first.” My stomach dropped. Whoever left that, they weren’t just hunting wolves. They were hunting dragons, too. Maybe always had been. The council, made of two vampires, two witches, two wolves, and a supposedly neutral wizard moderator, murmured in hushed tones. Then one of them, a vampire elder with red-gold eyes and a voice like brittle paper, leaned forward. “We see no proof that this… Draven Kael… is more than a ghost story resurrected for fearmongering. Miss Carver’s lineage is delicate enough. Creating false enemies to justify dragon reint

Vanguard? My breath hitched. Air trapped in my lungs. I forced myself to take shallow sips of oxygen. The Unit Vanguard was the Lugal’s personal death squad. They didn't hunt scavengers. They hunted high-value targets. Traitors. Rogue Ensi. Why were they in the Dregs?

She believed he would never do something bad enough for him to get banished. At the center of the Gallerion stood the Statue of Murgal, who was entitled as the First Hero of Drava. He founded a guild of dragon hunters, and together, they built all of what’s standing in Shavath now. They used Murgal’s black sword, called the Unburnt, to make their banner—and that pair of snow-white dragon wings was from the ice dragon he had slain.

“Send word to the wolf-smiths. Prepare the wolfsbane-tipped weapons. And alert the Ravagers.” The two scouts paled instantly. The Ravagers were Bloodfang’s elite killing squad. They are wolves who had surrendered their sanity in exchange for Draegon’s dark power. They were unstoppable. Unpredictable. Monsters among monsters. “Alpha,” Jorah whispered, trembling, “if you release the Ravagers… the forest will run red.” Draegon’s eyes gleamed. “That is the idea.” The scouts bowed and fled the chamber. Draegon leaned back on his throne, claws tapping against the stone armrest.

If hot bloodsuckers were going to throw parties where they poison their wine just for fun, they’d be from Nocti-fucking-Shade. “They probably have secret orgies and debate philosophy over corpses.” I wasn’t not intrigued. House DRACOVANTH Crest: A flaming dragon skull crowned in gold, surrounded by shattered chains Quote: “Born in fire. Bound to no one.” Accepts: Dragon blooded, wild mages, chaosborn, summoners Traits: Passion, rebellion, raw power, explosive magic Vibe: Elemental freaks and freedom-loving revolutionaries Known for: Warlocks, elementalists, weaponized royalty, fire slinging chaos gods

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.”

Alluvium flew to the water domain; he found dragons on the edge of the shoreline waiting for his command, he landed and they bowed in submission, “Why are you waiting at the shoreline when I have already told you what to do?” The normal primal dragons could not speak, so they communicated via telepathy with the archdragons. A turquoise blue dragon with ice blue eyes came forward, “Your majesty; we have sworn to protect the seven seas… what you ask us to do…” “I am not asking you to kill anyone… yet, just terrorize the humans.” “But….” “You came looking for me, you know what you signed up for”