Willow Dragons Novels & Stories

The Colosseum arena was packed full of Different dragons. The arena is similar to Roman stadium structures with pillars about it. There are three major types of dragons that make up a clan. The adult dragons are seated in front. They are one of the most powerful and famous dragons know to man. They are large with scales and can burn down an entire city in seconds. The warm-ly dragons, they are more like serpent dragons with long bodies and legs ranging from four to eight legs, they more like powerful massagers and subdivided into various earth dragon. The worm-ly with intelligence that transforms into humans flesh but has elves ears are known as vouivre.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

I’m not even sure he cares about marrying Skylar or uniting our kingdoms any longer, although we have continued to work together in our hunt for the dragons. We wait until the middle of the night, hoping the dragons and riders will be asleep. Kenneth and I both brought our full contingent of armies. He wants to take out the dragons, to eliminate them from the earth, but I want one of the juvenile or unmated dragons. I want a dragon of my own. I’ve had my people working to create a net that will shoot out just like a harpoon, only it will expand over the dragon and keep it from flying. Then, I will force it to bond with me.

“Are you referring to Askarovich Winterwood? The dragon from the Winterwood clan, who was adopted as the son of the Winterwood clan leader after the leader of the clan--Barrack Winterwood--found out and was amazed by his talent despite being belittled by the other dragons as a result of his mixed blood?” "I am not asking you to remember too much detail like you did earlier, but that is totally fine. That is one of the reasons why I love you so much. Well, never mind," she paused, catching her breath from talking too much and hiding her blush as a result of her own words, before continuing her speech. "There is a new experiment William is doing." “A new experiment again? How many experiments

Waterila softly open the book and read it silently as her tears continually fall. The book says it shows all the answer of Princess Waterila’s questions. It shows that if a water bender eats his/her own bloodline will consume the others’ power and transform him/her to a powerful fire bender. This will allow the other bender gain and use its other nation’s power by forcing their selves to have that kind of power but turning them to a monster.

He could not afford to lose her. ***** Anya Carefree Anya reached the hill. She couldn’t see or hear anyone. There was only silence. “Dada! Dada! Where are you?” She walked carefully through the overgrown bushes around her. Anya knew no fear. She had heard of snakes and scorpions here but she had already seen and slept with bugs of various sizes inside her tiny shanty.

So that means, Drake will become the winter King, no matter if he likes it or not, he thought. Dillon on the other hand is a completely different story. He knows some of the things the goddess told are true. He knows about that Prophesy. His father knows about it. Dillon never asked about the details, but when he heard the Dragon Relic will gift its powers to three deserving people, who have Fae origin. They would be protected by three mighty winged creatures, the kings of the sky and the land. The Dragons. Dillon laughed when he heard this. He used to believe that the Dragons hate Fae. As they tried to snatch their Relic. But looking at Drake and Mason, he began to doubt his theory.

It just took a front seat to everything else we have going on. I pull up the web browser and start typing in the search bar, looking for anything that can give me clues about what had just happened. I know there are creatures with the ability to raise the dead, but they are usually dark creatures and from what I know of Willow from her background check and from meeting her, she is feisty and temperamental at times but there is nothing dark about her so there has to be another explanation. If it’s out there I will find it.

Wes stepped forward and handed it to him. The seller, after pocketing the money, gleefully moved on to the next customer. Before another salesperson could make a pitch to Willow, Wes grabbed her shoulders and guided her out of the market. "What is this place?" She asked once he let go of her. "Hieroland. It is a realm consisting of vampires and witches, but mostly witches." Willow was perplexed as she looked at him. "I thought all the vampires were from your kingdom." "There are rogues. Vampires who disserted the kingdom. They settled here, or in other places."

" It's an old dragon but not the oldest. They disappeared two hundred years ago and no one knew where they went. This is the first time in two hundred years since the dragons made an appearance in their home, RedShire." Vincent watch in astonishment as the girl kept touching the dragon who wasn't bothered to move. Knowing how mischievous Minerva could be, he held her waist, stopping her from climbing onto the dragon. They were like insects in front of the large dragon and the air coming from it's nostrils were like a gust of wind. " Perhaps he could show us where the others are! Come!" Minerva was awed and climbed onto the dragon with Vincent who was looking at the dragon eye to eye.