Yugioh Waking Dragons Novels & Stories

He has suffered enough. Five dragons. The sight amazes me. Two red, two blue, and Tahr's silver. Ashrac is not with them and I feel bad that I cannot ask him to forgive me too. He'd be a teenager now and an even bigger handful for his parents. A smile curves my lips before it drifts away.

But before she could say anything else— A sudden pulse tore violently through the bond. Sharp. Ancient. Wrong. Vaelrion froze instantly. The warmth vanished from his expression. Dragon instincts surged forward hard enough to make the air itself tighten around them. Lyra’s stomach dropped. “What happened?” Her mate looked toward the distant northern mountains beyond the clouds. Gold eyes narrowing sharply. Then quietly—too quietly— “One of the sleeping dragons just woke.”

But the first dragon, instead of leaving, nudged another awake, eyes locked on mine—a silent vow of companionship made manifest. “I won’t leave any of you behind,” I assured them, my voice firm with promise as I unlocked more cages. The air shimmered as the ice-blue dragon awakened, an ethereal beauty with scales like the heart of winter. It moved with surprising grace, joining its companion before fixing its gaze on the remaining cages with determination of its own.

“No. Older still. The Dragon Bride. The one who was meant to unite the bloodlines before the gods intervened. Her death shattered the original pact. And now… her echo has chosen you.” The fire in the Well dimmed, retreating. A new silence settled over the chamber - not empty, but waiting. Something had been set in motion. Nyxar looked to Lyra, whose eyes still shimmered faintly with violet light. She nodded once. They had passed the test. But now came the war. Ekreth stepped forward, his voice low. “The Sleepers will rally. Some will rise to follow. But others - even among the dragons - will resist what you’ve awakened.”

Zach hissed through his teeth. He didn’t have to wake the others; the loud growling and croaking of the dragon, along with the heat of its flames, were enough to wake them. Warriors were scrambling out of tents holding their weapons firmly in their hands. Some were already in their fur and ready to attack. Not that it would do any good against a dragon.

Arousal is so easily seen in this form that I easily shift it to try to hide her effect on me. "Shall we begin" I ask her trying to break this need. At her nod I release a heavy sigh. I know that this is something that needs to be done but I am dreading it all the same. "If it is alright with you I will start at the beginning. For dragons, our awakening happens when we are at six years of age. That is the time when our humans can first hear us speak. Before then we are still with them. We just are like....well we are observers. We see all that they experience. We feel there pain just as they do. We learn what they like and what they don't" I look away from the trees to see if she is still li

“That’s partly what I wanted to add to the book. I didn’t remember until I saw it the other day.” I watch her flip through pages covered in drawings and diagrams. She pauses at a section in the middle of the book. “The red flame you saw, they call that the Phoenix. It’s the sign of a successful Awakening,” she says, pointing to a page filled with writing. “What’s an Awakening?” I ask. “It’s a very, very old war ritual. They used to use it on mortally wounded dragons, it heals them and brings them back physically stronger than before,” she says.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

“O Dragon of all Dragons. Awaken the Great Dragons from your deep slumber. I call you all the dragons of Magica. From the water, the land, the air. Ruler of animate and inanimate beings. For the Awakening of the Dragons and the future of Magica. I, Draco, the last Dragon King, summons you to rise and expel all demons from Magica! For Glory!” The Heart of Magic throbbed as if to answer Draco's call. The golden-colored heart flowed golden energy in the form of pillars of light that shot violently into the sky. The golden light broke out from above the sky in all directions like a meteor shower that shot fast and was emitting more and more light.

“Don't worry. Everything will be alright.” Alpha Mikhail silently lauded the goodness of the situation. Alpha Lachlan is so drawn to his Luna; his Luna has certainly became his weakness; and there is an ongoing war that they don't know. Not one of them knew what Hodor has just announced. On top of everything, Alpha Mikhail have them. He euphorically feel the chess pieces are positioning theirselves to exhilarate him. “She is getting awake,” Lumia cheerfully declared. “Finally…” Alpha Mikhail silently uttered to himself. His hiding his evil smile deep inside him.