Zalama The Dragon God Novels & Stories

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.”

I step closer to him until the firelight reflects in my scales. “You mistake comfort for strength,” I say quietly. The circle falls silent. “We are dragons,” I continue. “Apex creatures forged in flame and storm. We ruled both realms once because we were meant to.” “And the fae?” someone asks. “They understood hierarchy.” “Until the Madrigals,” another mutters. “Yes.” Madrigals. Half-blood bridges. Living compromises. They were meant to be tools. Instead they became symbols. And symbols are far more dangerous. I pace slowly around the fire pit.

“You will learn.” My stomach sank. Was this really what I had to do to become a Dragon Rider? Endure this pompous lecture about a bunch of overgrown lizards? “We begin with the First Age of Scales,” Ramsey announced, opening the book and running a long, bony finger down a faded page. “The dragons—the true, original, majestic dragons—were not the brutes you see now. They were the architects of the elemental world. Take the Great Wyrm, Typhon…”

Drakon had spread rumors that I was too weak to bear a golden dragon's spiritual energy. He had never once cared for me. Remembering yesterday, I asked him directly. Was he a Gold dragon? Lysander paused. He gave a bitter smile and told me the truth. He was indeed born a Gold dragon. But his mother, the late consort, had not wanted him to fight for the throne. She used a secret art to change his scales to silver. That explained why Vania had given birth to a golden dragon in the past life. The father was Lysander, not Drakon.

it rumbled. The copper-colored slanted pupil eyes that matched her scales stared at Isabelle for a long time and made it feel like ants danced along her skin. “I think not. Wait outside the chamber if you must, but you will not like our discussion.” With a snapping of teeth that made Isabelle jump, the first dragon turned and scraped its body out of the opening and stomped away. “I’m D'Kohralx Vorian Churgo Desmonda.”

Kailo shifts quickly, his clothes ripping, and his body increasing in size. In seconds, Kailo becomes a large orange-red dragon, with a muscular form and short, powerful wings. “He’s not a Fury,” I mutter in realization. One of the guards nods. “Lyza and her uncle are the only Fury dragons that anyone knows of.” I hear a cry and see Lyza on her hands and knees. Her face is twisted in pain as her bones move and rearrange themselves. Her skin slowly becomes black and scaled, and her limbs bend into clawed feet.

My father explained, his eyes searching mine as if looking for reason. He wouldn't find any. "Azian is THE Dragon. The Golden Dragon," My father finally confessed. At those words I shone through, pushing Xeric back, "What?" My Father sighed, "He is the Golden Dragon. You must remember the tales your mother used to tell. Tales of The Golden Dragon, Alpha of all dragons and king of all species. That's why he was so strong,” he paused, "he marked Kaya because as it so happens, Kaya is his possession," He explained.

James walked over and said, “I heard your grandmother was seriously ill, so I came specifically to see if there's anything I can do to help.” James was also seen by Zigmund, who momentarily stopped. Then, he approached and addressed him respectfully, “Dragon…” “Mr. Youngblood,” James cut him off in time with a slight wave of his hand. Upon hearing James greet him, Zigmund's expression slightly changed, and he quickly uttered, "Unacceptable. That is not acceptable.” James was the Dragon King and the War God of Sol. Zigmund felt he had done nothing to merit this. “Zigmund, who is this?” As a woman approached, she unconsciously furrowed her brows at the sight of Tiara and James appearing to be

A dazzling white light enveloped Albus and the dragon egg's body. “I, Zergenth, The Protector of the Sky, grant the blessing and grace of the dragon to the unborn soul. May the sacrifice of Albus, the White Dragon, be commensurate with your future happiness," Zergenth said solemnly during the magical ritual of giving the white dragon's sacred heart to the unborn Dragon.

“I have a feeling we aren’t out of danger just yet, and we still need to get you free from the ice.’ As if on cue, the ground begins to shake again, and a deep rumbling sound fills the air. We look around frantically, trying to figure out what is happening, when suddenly, a huge creature bursts out of the ground, its massive body covered in scales and spikes. ‘What the hell is that?’ I exclaim, my eyes widening in horror. ‘A zombie dragon,’ Liam answers. ‘This is bad!’ I watch in awe as the zombie dragon spreads its wings and lets out a deafening roar. Its eyes are blood-red, and it looks at us like we’re nothing more than prey. I glance at Liam, who is now growling deep in his throat, his e