Dragon Gates Romane & Geschichten

For a moment, their silhouettes appeared, creatures with silver scales, eyes empty, and radiant wings, diving from the cracks between worlds still open in the northern sky. Rayden stopped in the middle of the path leading to the valley. The wind blew his robe back, revealing the flame symbol on his back still pulsing. “Dragon blood…” he murmured. “So, he really opened the gateway between worlds.” The Saint Dragon forces descended like a rain of meteors. Their bodies were as hard as steel, and every movement left trails of holy energy. The first strike hit the ground, creating a massive crater. Dozens of Silent Valley warriors were thrown into the air.

She wondered to which God the temple was dedicated. Roars coming from above startled Ayla. She looked up and sucked in a breath when she saw seven big dragons. Each dragon had a different color—the first was light blue, then black, gold, green, white, brown, and the last was dark blue. They flew above the temple, circling it a few times, before landing in front of it close to the warriors. The men didn’t seem shocked to see the dragons. Nor scared. As the warriors got closer to the temple entrance, the dragons moved to clear a path for them. When the men walked between them, the dragons bowed their heads as the men entered the temple.

Gabriel pets her nose, ''It's okay Dagahra, she is with me, and I like her, okay? Dagahra looks at me calculating but lets me come closer now. Then I hear the loud shrieking again, ''IEIAAHAHAEEEEEE.'' I look at Gabriel, ''Which dragon is that?'' Gabriel sighs, ''That is Thorn, he has never accepted a master. No one can get near him without a sedative. He is the most dangerous dragon we have because he is an Iron Tooth. The only one of his kind.'' I walk to the end of the cave, ''Take me to him I want to see him.''

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

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.

Lizzy mused. “They looked at me as if I was a bug to squash,” Chloe said bitterly. “Perhaps, if they knew your origin, they’d think differently,” Lizzy offered. “Now, tell me about the dragon part. How marvelous to be able to transform into such a majestic beast. How very lucky. Did you know that there is a planet in the Oobla galaxy that has some of the most advanced scientific minds in the universe and these minds are housed within the bodies of dragons? Your Tristan is a blessed soul.”

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

he responds. I'm thrilled he can hear me. It must be his magic, though I'm sad at his answer. To have this ability and not use it would cause too much suffering for me. I must think positive thoughts while around him, so I start asking questions while we swoop through the sky. "Tell me the colors of the other dragons." "Goddess have mercy," he growls. "Bastian is red, Laryn blue, and Tahr silver." I'm on a roll. "Do you ever fly together?"

His first sight of the city gates confirmed that they had not been exaggerating. At first he simply took in the wonder. The massive gates were of highly polished timbers, strapped with ornate, heavy iron. The size alone made him realize that an immense amount of work had gone into their construction. What took his breath away, however, was that inset into each side of the gate was the image of a Dragon. Clearly representing the Guardians, the one on the left was composed of glittering quartz and pearl, scintillating in the growing daylight. He couldn’t begin to estimate the sheer amount of those elements were used to create the glorious silhouette. A flame of worked gold was inlaid issuing f

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.