Novel & Cerita A Dragon Story

The bottom pops open and we see three volumes. The Dragon Tale, The Dragon Keeper, The End of Dragons. Teddy and I look at each other. “Grab Volume one, the Dragon Tale,” Teddy huffs. “Why do I feel like this is about to be ridiculous?” “Because it most likely is,” I say, opening the Sliver colored book. Dragons are among the first animals created at the beginning of time. These dragons died if killed and only lived 200 to 300 years. They would have been the only dragons in existence, if not for the selfishness of a goddess.

“the one about the knight, the princess, and the evil dragon. Please?” I blinked at him, giving him a small smile. Taking a deep breath, I reached for his hand and gently squeezed it. “Okay, Spar, I will tell you that story again.” I chuckled at him. He rolled onto his side to face me and smiled his goofy grin. “Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. There was a big scary dragon who guarded the princess n a tall tower so that she couldn’t ever escape.”

As the dragon spoke, the mist from his breath caressed her ear, making her shiver again. "Do you know the story of the dragon's bride?" Her head shakes slowly, his fingers flicking the end of her braid between them. He stepped closer to her back, his hand grasping at her hip, pulling her back towards him. Pushing her braid off her neck, he trailed a finger against the pale skin of her slender neck. His eyes roam over the birthmark, his tongue wetting his lips. "When the Yellow Emperor ruled, he wished for the dragons to reign beside him and give him the power he needed to grow the country. At the end of his reign, the dragons ascended as Immortal beings and have been in the Heavenly Realm ev

I asked with wide eyes. "Have read the stories of Dragons?" Azian began calmly, he didn’t seem to be too bothered, his fingers casually running through my hair, “tales of Big fire breathing leviathans that destroy towns and leave nothing. Mad dragons, those some even called Wicked, Greedy… "he finished slowly. My eyebrows furrowed, what had this got to do with Legion? What had happened to him?

"...a mighty dragon, scales shining like stars, ruled the land with wisdom and kindness." Cathryn leaned in, a smile on her lips. Lucine, Rosalind, Tristan, and Athena listened, entranced, as the throne room transformed into a realm of wonder. Ember's laughter echoed, her tiny hands waving. "More, Grandfather! More!" Orion's eyes twinkled, his voice weaving a spell of enchantment. "Ah, but the best tales are yet to come, little one..." Orion's voice grew more animated, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "In the heart of the dragon's kingdom, a magnificent city shimmered with crystal spires and gemstone streets. The dragon, named Elyrian, possessed a secret: its scales held the memories of t

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

Dragons described as gods in one text and tyrants in another. Truth, I was learning, depended heavily on who survived long enough to write it down. I searched for dragons too. Not the grand myths—I’d already skimmed those—but the quieter things. Social structures. Bonds. Politics. How dissent formed. How it spread. How it was buried when it became inconvenient. The whispers I’d overheard in the city clung to me like burrs. Structure shifting. Tradition under threat. Leverage. Those weren’t the words of people afraid of humans.

I will need to be their family now. "Shh, Niblings. Auntie will tell you a story," I promise with a wide-open smile. It will be hours until we make it back home, a long trip for such little hearts. "Once upon a time, there was a strong dragon prince. He lived high on a mountain overlooking the sea. He didn't believe in love, until one day, a beautiful woman was given to him as a sacrifice..."

*Will* I open the book, revealing the vibrant illustrations of dragons dancing through the skies. “This one is about a dragon named Ember who learns to overcome her fears.” I begin to read, my voice low and soothing, aiming to pull both Frida and Kiera into the enchanting world of the story. “Once upon a time, in a distant land, there was a dragon named Ember. Unlike the other dragons, who soared through the clouds with confidence, Ember was afraid to fly.” I glance at Kiera, who leans in slightly, her eyes reflecting interest.

“In Akyaka’s realm of olden days, a dragon’s tale in twilight haze, From fiery mountain’s hidden space, an egg was stolen, a daring chase. Molten lava, wild and bold, birthed a dragon, stories told. Burning flesh, a bone dragon formed, crawling up, its wings adorned. Evil, born in shadows’ birth, in quest of kin, it roams the earth. Devouring souls, a desperate cry, villagers succumb, beneath the sky. A warrior bold, on fiery steed, with a horse of valor, matching speed.