White Dragon Lord Novels & Stories

I growl, annoyed at the fact Mallard left the door open and this idiot has now ruined my fantasy. “Your father wants to see you.” I nod, “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I watch as he bows before turning around, “And close the door on your way out.” The door closes and I exhale sharply- what now? I know my father is anxious about me being able to produce an heir, but I am doing everything in my power to make sure it happens by the deadline. 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 Seer, and the blood of your people is on my hands.” His eyes crossed for a moment in his anger, and he turned his head as a surge of dragonfire shot from his mouth. It was an uncontrollable impulse due to his rage but quickly burned out before it could touch any of the fabric on the bed and start an inferno. He was aware of the importance of maintaining control, and he rarely lost it these days as an adult dragon, but rage had been a curse that had plagued him since he was a dragonling. “I should kill you at this moment.”

His dragon was on display for all to see and I gave the Elders a look as they asked him that question. “Are you calling me a liar?” Echo said through Wynter as his eyes shone yellow. “Magnificent,” Elder Jackson said. “This is truly incredible,” Elder Charles murmured. “Separate Echo,” I said. The Elders gasped as the dragon that was now a head taller than Wynter separated from him and growled at the Elders. Elder Neil actually chuckled at that and I had to smile as Abeloth rolled his eyes. “This is Echo, Wynter’s dragon,” I said.

Unfortunately, it also began to push closer to Leah and Leesa. Leah’s gravest fear was being realized as she watched the fireball move nearer. While her Power might be a match for most dragons, Baalgur was not just any dragon. He was the Dragon Lord, the embodiment of the most powerful evil anywhere in this world. Even with Leesa’s magic augmenting her Power, she simply could not match Baalgur’s might.

My dragon spirit rebelled against the submission he demanded. But as she roared, my wolf, Seris, sang. She welcomed the blood of her new mate. The bond Thorne felt, the one that was “different” and, it wasn’t his bond to the dragon. It was his bond to the wolf. The Moon Goddess had given him two beasts in one mate, and he had no idea. The power that surged from me was not fire. It was rawl energy. The energy of a wolf accepting her mate, mixed with the fury of a dragon refusing a master.

Every word bit into my flesh as he continued to tell his terrible story. "Let me tell you a little bit about your father. Obviously you know now that he was what we called the King of the Dragons. A god amongst us if you will. Blood Dragons are well known for their blood magic and it's a powerful one at that. If he so much as wanted to, he could explode a mountain with just a snap of his fingers." Drake snapped his fingers to make a point. "He was revered as the greatest Dragon. He was compassionate, but also extremely stubborn." He gave me a pointed look before continuing.

I ask, something about this Gia girl rubs me the wrong way. "Gia was a girl that I met a couple of decades ago, she was thrown out of her group home because she was a Mythical. So I took her in and trained her to control her power. Earth is her specialty. Oliver here was someone that I grew up with, He is the last thunder dragon that roams the earth." My eyebrows shot up past my Forehead, the last thunder dragon? That sounds like the most difficult thing ever. Looking at Oliver, the respect that I couldn't find for him in the past, came to me full force. That must have been really difficult growing up! Might have been worse than my childhood!

Creature Name: Draco (Named by David Sanchez) Scientific Name: Grandis Serpentis Draco Classification: Soul-evolved Animal (Ultraspecies) Basic Description: An absurdly powerful reptile that has evolved the ability to crudely manipulate fire transformed from its soul’s natural psionic energy. Physical Appearance:

Just as Felix was about to respond, Ernest added, "It's regarding the first Warlord, Shadowdragon Warlord. He is my former superior who laid down the foundation for Dragonia. However, he is gravely ill. According to Silas, he has only a few days left." "Shadowdragon Warlord?" Felix was taken aback. He had heard Hector mention him with deep respect. The Shadowdragon Warlord was indeed the first Warlord, and all the subsequent Warlords were essentially his protégés. His achievements were legendary. "I know your medical skills have declined, but your knowledge remains invaluable. We don't expect miracles. We're just looking for a glimmer of hope. Will you go and visit?" Felix nodded, not hesita

Nessa said pointing to a painting of a Chinese water dragon she had hanging on the cave wall. “Black scales? I know of only one dragon with black scales. That is Fafnir, he became the king of all dragons after his father sacrificed himself to create our world. Unless I am mistaken, which I must admit, is almost never” Al’ik said stroking her chin. “Now that I have something to go on for wound though I read the healing texts and there is only one way to heal such a wound, treating it requires you to be awake, and it will be painful. I will have to stich all broken muscle fibers and tendons back together manually using magic weave.”