A Dragon Story Novels & Stories

"Dragons have never been attacked." Kade finished Brandon's statement. "That's why other supernaturals can't use they gifts here." Brandon dressed and he fed his fish that reminded him of a breed he once researched.. An aqua dragon swimming in its waters. "The fish mother got attacked by predators. I found this little suckers egg and raised him." "How?"

"Or maybe it's my do what I say because I'm hurt face." He sat down beside me on the bed, and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "It's an old tale about dragons. That they can come back from death if they weren't killed with the tip of their own wing." "Seriously? An old wives tale. How true are old wives tales?" I asked, playing with a string on the edge of the pillowcase.

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.

Wynter giggled. We ate breakfast and Wynter seemed like himself. Echo slept a lot and Abeloth said that’s what baby dragons needed to do, they grew when they slept. I had called the Elders of Florida to inform them that Wynter had merged with his dragon and they outright laughed at me.

“Do you mean you met Kyle's… ancestor, right? That makes more sense.” “No,” Darius responded with the shook of his head. “I met Kyle.” “But you said this was so long ago. How, how then is Kyle in your story?” “Kyle is a dragon, Dylan,” Darius spelt out to him. “Dragons can live for over thousands of years if their strength and environment permits.” He didn't realize the squeezed up expression already on his face until he tried to squeeze it up himself. The picture of the young tasty looking brown haired that currently has his heart came back to him.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read A Baby for the Dragon. This book is a breeder kink one and has some talk of infertility with the main female lead but will result in a pregnancy for our dragon and his mate. There will be tons of unprotected sex and lots of dirty talk, the sex will be super graphic and if that’s not something you enjoy that’s okay. There are plenty of other books out there for you, just maybe not this one.

Drake picked up the ancient book and handed it to her before saying, “We have never really gone through this book properly, aside from the ritual and recitations, there is some written history of dragons in it. Take your mind off music for now and let's learn something new” Elaina was a little reluctant. Playing made her anxious and not playing made her anxious too. She was greatly troubled and wished she could just get it over with. She sighed, there was barely any progress so she might as well listen to Drake's advice, “Alright, teach me the history then” she agreed and he cheered happily. He took seat beside her and flipped the pages till they landed on a page and he read out, “The histor

It went like this "Once upon a time, on Regnum dwelt a green Dragon. That dragon was a pet of Mother nature, a lady who created everything visible and invisible. She was a creator of all the worlds and civilizations, but her favorite place was Regnum. She worked all day long and she would spend all night on Regnum resting. One day she was busy creating another world called Earth, and she forgot to take her dragon pet with her. When the dragon was on Regnum by himself, he wanted to pee, but because mother nature was not available to show him where to pee, he accidentally peed on the formula that mother nature used to create all plants on the world of Regnum. She waited that long so that she c

Her face was unreadable. I cleared my throat. “Dragons, huh? Okay…” I sat at the edge of the bed and lowered my voice to that exaggerated storyteller tone. “Once upon a time, there was a dragon so big, his wings covered the mountains, and when he sneezed–” I made a loud snorting sound, waving my hands dramatically, “–he blew down entire forests!” The kids erupted in laughter. “And then,” I continued, deepening my voice for the dragon, “the villagers said, ‘Oh no! He’ll sneeze us away too!’ But one brave little knight said, ‘Don’t worry, I know how to stop him!’”

I thought with a scornful look on my face. "I can't wait to control their feeble mind," Kendra, my dragon, said with an excited look. "For making fun of how I looked." This war had started years ago when I first accidentally found a book titled the first dragons. And then someone helped me to know more about the first dragons, and their history. Everything started with that first book. The book was buried deep in the depth of a library, and that was the only print, I had found out later. The fascination became obsession and the obsession became need.