9 Dragon Novels & Stories

This was her only choice. "Okay, I can tell you what for the dragon asked you to look for." "What is it?" "A dragon egg or an ant egg." "What do you mean? A dragon egg and an ant egg." The Ant Queen sneered and said, "You only heard that the dragon has nine sons, but you don't know that the dragon has not only nine sons, but also ten thousand sons, right?" "To some extent, the so-called 'nine' does represent the 'nine' on the number, but in fact, it has an endless supply value."

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.

“So you’re a dragon, too.” “I am.” She bit her lip, wanting to ask more about that but deciding against it. She wondered how he looked as a dragon. Was he like the big golden one she’d seen? Vikter was clearly a golden dragon, from what they’d said about eye color. Razzy’s eyes were purple. His were gold, and Drayken’s were red. It still weirded her out to think of his red eyes. It was so strange. She nodded and glanced up too.

Good. Because so am I. I launch from the terrace. My dragon bursts forward with a roar that shakes the ancient stone beneath us. The wind tears across my scales as I climb rapidly toward the incoming enemy. Malrec doesn’t slow. He’s in his dragon form—larger than any I’ve ever seen outside the royal bloodline. Bigger than before. His scales are dark as storm clouds, and his wings cut through the air with terrifying strength. Fae enhancements. He’s not alone.

She nods her head at me and we both shift. Surprising I am much bigger than these dragons. Malayah has gotten bigger as well. She is bigger than the average wolf. “Every time they shift I am amazed,” says Derek. “They’re beautiful,” says Ivy. “It is an honor to finally meet you young one. I am Katla, the elder fire dragon. This here is Lumi, the elder ice dragon. Chandra, the elder water dragon. Anil, the elder wind dragon and Terran, the elder earth dragon. Together we have ensured the dragons survival here in the elf realm. We have looked forward to your return and lead us home.”

The elderly vendor, with weathered hands that spoke, held forth an exquisite piece. Intricate links of gold, meticulously wrought, formed an elegant chain that draped seamlessly, creating a delicate framework for the centerpiece. At the heart of the necklace rested a sizable blue gemstone, capturing the essence of the deep ocean in its rich hue. The gemstone, cradled within a golden setting, emanated a mesmerizing brilliance that danced with every movement. Its facets catch and refract light, creating an ever-changing play of colors that evoke a sense of desire.

She stood up and kick the middle pile of barrel that made it scattered and revealed her. Drakaina looks very happy when she saw the face she was looking earlier. “Finally, so you really want to live that bad, huh? Let’s just hope that you can at least put a scratch on me.” “Luck for you, I’m not just thinking of giving you a scratch,” Kadita said. Fierce as ever. “Bring it on, fish!” Drakaina quickly made two fire balls and attack Kadita as soon as she had the chance. With great flexibility, Kadita dodge to the left while she grabbed some sands in her hands and threw it to Drakaina that made her blinded.

Zergenth, Protector of The Sky. Draco was surrounded by dragon spirits on the surface of the lake. The five dragon spirits hovered majestically and full of charisma over the surface of the lake. Draco looked at them so mighty and powerful. Each of them was surrounded by its own elements. Fire. Wind. Lightning. Plants. Metal. Rocks. Ice. Snow. Draco's face looked up, eyes wide with surprise, at a loss for words. He had goosebumps all over his body. The dragons’ aura was so dominating and beautiful at the same time.

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

The Cenotes, of Draconia were truly impressive. Killian had almost forgotten how mesmerising the place was the last time he had been here, and that was quite understandable, since it had been so long ago... but the Cenotes of Draconia were massive alright just as much as they were beautiful, housing over two thousand sea and air dragons, with emerald and aqua marine tinges here and there adding a glow to the place that was almost ethereal.