Dragon Heart Novels & Stories

“Aurora and a dragon warrior’s daughter.” Drake stepped forward then, not aggressively, but deliberately placing himself at Elaina’s side. “And she did not come alone,” he said calmly and the four pairs of eyes turned toward him. He had let her speak because the was her battle but that didn't mean he wouldn't support her. Elaina’s voice strengthened by his presence, she glanced at him gratefully and said “This is Drake, he is the dragon Xavier captured. He has taken his estrus to build a powerful weapon that will reign terror on everyone”

“It holds magic—usually trace amounts. Yours is full. Burning. That’s not normal.” Her fingers hovered over the crystal. “Then what does it mean?” “It means you’re not human,” he said. “Not entirely.” Rowan blinked. “Excuse me?” Kai exhaled slowly, like he didn’t want to say it but had no choice. “Once every thousand years, a girl is born with what they call the Dragonheart. It’s raw, ancient fire. Untamed. She doesn’t come from a bloodline. She doesn’t inherit it. It just… appears. In her.”

I quizzed. “The drug isn’t pure Wolfsbane like the one you had, child,” Dy softly replied. “The drug is prepared after mixing crushed bones of dragons in it,” he revealed. “That’s so gross !” I exclaimed. “The saddest part is that these men have resorted to kidnapping and even dragons in Dragon Land are not safe !” he disclosed. “Let me go to Dragon Land then,” I simply said. “No way am I sending you again on this mission,” Dy firmly said.

“Tell me witch, what happens if Tanya ever gets to call anyone from Cryzon?” She twitched her lips and looked around before bending to whisper in my ears. “She's going to make an exchange, her blood for a dragon to destroy this whole city.” I frowned at her statement. “There's no dragon aside from Draven, how is that possible?” Her eyes widened in delight at my naiveness and she shook her head. “There is but not a real dragon, he only works when his dark powers are invoked, his dragon died after a terrible war but he revives it temporarily to make destruction.”

He examined the engraving. “No.” I looked. The dragon wasn’t like Nicholas’s personal symbols. It had two heads. Wings spread. A crown between them. Lydia leaned closer. “That’s not a dragon.” “What?” I asked. She pointed. “Look at the tails.” Two bodies. Intertwined. Not one creature. Two. “Twins,” I whispered. Lydia looked at me. The room went silent again. Chase frowned. “I never noticed.” Nicholas turned the key.

In seconds, a giant dragon appears in front of Ryan's eyes, which was nothing like Argenta. Nymphe Dragon had small legs and cute wings, a long torso that was followed by a gigantic tail, which in every way resembled a giant snake with the head of a dagon. She looked like a sea ​​serpent from old books. It was scary, but at the same time, it was very beautiful. - Hello Ryan, my name is Hydra. The dragon stretches out until its head is close to Ryan and he pats her on the head, making Hydra laugh. To show off her power, Hydra looks at the sea and, raising the waters, she draws a statue of Ryan in the air.

She has no idea that this mansion is like a magical labyrinth; every corner could hold a secret. I'm yearning with all my might for that dragon-shaped, deadly snake to devour her and suck her soul dry. Dragazon feeds specifically on humans, their life force, and soul. This helps him stay alive in a world he doesn't belong to, just like me and my brother Maciel.

Far, far away, tiny as a toy, I could see Hallow Fortress, with its crooked east gate and its old Tree. And in the middle of the ring lay a dragon. She was even bigger up close. Her scales were black as coal, and old scars crossed her sides like cracks in a plate. Her wings were folded. Her great head lay on the glass. The black collar around her neck had begun to glow a sick red, and thin black veins crawled out of it across her skin. She was gasping. Every breath rattled. Below her belly, held on thick chains, hung the Heartdrum.

She didn't turn when I entered. "Come here," she said. I crossed the room and stopped beside her, looking down into the pit. The glowing substance moved slowly, churning like lava but without the heat I would have expected. Standing this close, I should have been burning. Instead, I felt nothing but a faint warmth on my skin. "Do you know what this is?" the Primarch asked. "No." "This is the heart of our mountain. The source of Drakari's power." She turned to look at me, her gold eyes reflecting the glow. "Every dragon who lives in these courts draws their fire from this pit. It connects us, sustains us, makes us what we are."

Erik then offered the flasks to Director Bones and the Aurors. "Drink it." Director Bones looked at the flasks and back to Erik. Her question was evident in her face. "Juice of Dragon Fruit cultivated by True Dragons. Better than coffee and pepper-up for normal humans. You guys seem to need it. It will give you all about twelve hours of energy." Erik explained to them. "I heard about it…" Said the gruffy looking Auror, Alastor Moody. "That stuff is very rare." He took one flask and started casting diagnoses on it. Erik shrugged the comment.