Yugioh Waking Dragons Novels & Stories

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

Azura- “Are you ready?” I knocked on the bathroom door, where mine and Cyran’s sixteen-year-old daughter was getting ready. “Almost!” Angel yelled although it wasn’t necessary since I could hear her clearly. Tonight was the anniversary of Dragon’s becoming exposed. Everyone called it D-day. This meant that now that Angel had her Dragon, she could fly with her father for the first time instead of as a rider. I was a little envious of them now that they could fly around freely. Somedays I wished that I had become a Dragon and could fly with them.

Those ancient golden eyes seemed to strip away every wall I had built around myself. Every fear. Every scar. Every ugly doubt. You were never weak. My eyes burned. I hated how badly I wanted those words to be true. You were hidden. Protected. Waiting. A chill crawled over my skin. "Waiting for what?" The dragon's expression darkened. For death. The answer hit me like ice water. The dragon lowered its head until its eyes were level with mine. Only death could awaken the blood sleeping inside you. Suddenly everything felt real. The fire.

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

I said, still a bit puzzled. After he left for work, I returned to my room to dig through the mountain of salon membership cards the original Gwyneth had hoarded. I figured it would be nice if one was near Ajax’s office. That way I could pop in after my morning English lesson and my lunch baking class. Time efficiency was key. While I was flipping through the deck of cards, Dylan waddled in, holding something red in his hands. “Mom, what is this?” I turned. He was holding a little red booklet. My eyes narrowed. I walked over, took it from him—and froze.

Amelia wasn't easily fooled, with a slight raise of her eyebrow, she said, "So you just said he was waiting for my brother." "This, anyone in cultivation should know?" Water Dragon looked serious: "Only when the ancient divine beast acknowledges its master, can that person truly awaken, so I thought of taking Chaos to find traces of the master." Water Dragon did not lie about this. He was careless before, never thought that the big shot would actually come back to life, that's why he messed things up. Amelia was thinking about what Water Dragon said, she really hadn't heard that Elijah had this ability. So, as long as Elijah doesn't acknowledge the master, the big boss will just keep on slee

I could feel something moving through me, an attraction that I hadn’t felt before. Sure, he was tall, dark, and handsome. His cheekbones were high and his body looked like something that had been molded by the gods. It didn’t explain why a part of me wanted to lay my head down against him. To rub my cheek against his scarred chest, press my lips against those four ragged lines. “I’m a dragon and I've claimed you as my mate.” I didn’t say anything to him, I didn’t know what that meant. A dragon, that I was his mate. How was I supposed to respond to that?

Waking up a dragon asleep for centuries wasn't a joke. After it had flapped its wings a few times and screeched clamorously a few more times, and stretched its limbs, it finally noticed Dom standing almost scared in a corner. He had never seen a dragon being woken up before, he had only gotten the instructions from Mage Master a few centuries ago. Most dragons never woke up after going to sleep. Now Dom knew why. It was hella painful and confusing and could attract attention if human civilizations were near.

“All the mortals in the dormitory are currently in a deep slumber.” “It’s that green dragon,” Seb whispered to Dorin. “That’s a wind dragon, it has the ability to put others to sleep...” he pointed at a huge blue dragon “See that one? That is an ice dragon... And that one,” this time he pointed at another dragon, a gigantic red one with golden scales on its chest, much like Johan’s Dragon. It had sharp golden horns framing the top half of its head like a crown, and 3 pairs of piercing red eyes. “That is an adult Czar dragon.” “They have come to welcome the new hatchling,” Lady Lucille said beside them. “It’s been so long since a new Czar dragon was born into this world...” she looked at Seb