Vanguard Dragons Novels & Stories

“And now they are sitting in my house demanding the money Meryl owes! Where the hell will I give them from?” Disbelief cruised through her mind as Valerie stared at Judith without blinking her eyes. Did she hear it correctly? Brishor and Chezzal? From Galdere? So the dragons had come to collect their little mate and this was the explanation they gave to Judith. Her heart started racing like a wild horse and she had to pass this information to Lord Alburn. This was as if she was sitting on a gold mine and it was about to blast if she didn’t douse the fuse of the dynamite it was lit with. The two dragons were in the human realm. What if with Alburn’s help, she killed them. So much of their blo

“Most of it is beautiful, fruitful, and full of growth. Rogues have torn the Vamparia Kingdom apart, chased away the goods, and now it is left desolate, barely able to keep crops to survive.” Biting the inside of my cheek, Creed led me away from the conversation. Warrior dragons were already shifting, and the faes were pulling out their wings for the flight home. “Will you ride with me, my fawn?” Creed eyed me as I kept the blanket held around me. Shaking my head, I pulled it off, handing it to another fae warrior to put it away.

, King Aldrich lamented. “What do you suggest my king?”, Vangelis smiled mischievously, “If you’ll let me your majesty, I think we should go in search of the heart of magic, imagine the power and respect you’ll command if such a trinket of inestimable value is in your possession…” “You will not mention this to anyone Vangelis! We will not go in search of the heart of magic. It bodes eviler for us than good”, King Aldrich retorted, “What’s more important is that the dragons are powerless without it and humans prosper”

I said looking down trying to hold back my emotions that were threatening to take over. “Well, what is it he wants? Whatever it is we will help you you’re not doing this alone.” Shawna said confidently because she didn’t know what he has asked of me. “I’m afraid what he wants is a one-person job.” I said and they frowned slightly confused. I decided to just come out and say it. “Well, the golden dragons are almost extinct, every time they manage to imprint on a female, she nor the baby ever survives the pregnancy or birth. So, they haven’t been able to procreate. Dradon wants me to allow the dragon I was connected to. The one I gave to my brother, to imprint on me. I’m sure that he thinks

Ember’s hands had gone in instinctual protection to cradle the evidence of her pregnancy and her eyes met his in shared distress. Salamen’s words had truth behind them, Samuel acknowledged to himself as he crossed to stand with Ember, putting his arm around her, but he would never let Ember know of it. “We dragons have had multiple births this season,” he told the assembled dragons. “More than every season preceding it for decades. Across multiple bloodlines. Ember is right. Whilst the corporeal forms of the Goddess and Gods have disappeared from our world, and their descendants are under attack, the fact that dragons are seeing an increase is a sign that we are meant to fight this. The time

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

These armors were the property of the Valdez family, seemingly referred to as the Mad Dragon Armor. From what Adrian had previously understood, the Mad Dragon Armor was incredibly precious. The Dragoria military had once spent five hundred billion gold, yet only managed to order five hundred sets. This meant that a single set of Mad Dragon Armor cost a staggering ten billion.

Multiple sources of power clashing, colliding, tearing at each other with lethal intent. And in the center of it all were two dragons. One had scales the color of fresh blood, gleaming in the firelight. It hovered in the air with wings spread wide, radiating power and authority. The other dragon's scales were obsidian that caught the light when it moved. It was wounded badly, blood streaming from multiple gashes across its body. Its movements were sluggish, defensive rather than offensive. Zavian recognized the dragon instantly. It was one of the two dragons that had broken through his realm's barriers in that alternate reality. One of the biological siblings he'd never known existed until t

She started but was stopped by the glare from Elena. “Now!” Elena said sternly. Liam also turned to the two dragons and said “I am here with her, both of you take the injured to the safety and alert the silver knights.” With that said though reluctant, both the dragons did as their master’s ordered. As the dragons disappeared into the horizon, the black vortexes overhead began spinning faster, their shapes merging. One by one, they spiralled toward the centre of the broken tomb, colliding with blinding flashes of red and violet lightning. The wind screamed. The very sky seemed to bend inward.

Back at the manor, I pulled Elara into a tight embrace by the fireplace, hungrily inhaling the incredibly soothing scent of her hair. I swore to the Dragon God, and I swore on my very soul: In this life, if anyone ever dares to make my mate shed a single tear—even my own blood brother—I will burn their soul to nothingness with my dragon flame.