A Dragon Story Novels & Stories

" how long have you been here? " " Years " " so outside, it's probably been much longer" " Yeah " " Well, shit. " Kira still couldn't believe it. This was the first time she was seen a Dragon, it was hard to take it in. Honestly speaking she didn't know much about the Dragons, just that they had been very powerful and had literally ruled the world at one point. But when the war broke out they had gotten wiped out along with Vampires and the First Werewolves ( The Dark Wolves ). But now Knox was telling her that he was a Dragon and that he hadn't left ever since he fell into this forest. It could only mean that he had spent decades in this forest. She doesn't know whether to be amazed or terr

“It’s quiet…” I frown, not understanding exactly what that means. “Alright big boy, the story or I’m leaving.” I declare, making him raise an eyebrow. “As much as I’d like to see you try to get away from me. I really don’t want to argue with a woman right now.” I remember his argument with Aslantha earlier and although I wonder what that was about, I won’t ask him. “Good, so tell me.” “When was the first time you heard of dragons?” he asks, now removing his hands from my thighs and placing them on the table instead as he leans over me.

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

She wanted to watch me be a joke. They didn’t know. While they were practicing their pretty steps, I was in the deepest part of the library. I wasn’t reading about wolf dances. I was studying the old scrolls. The dragon dances. Ceremonies from when the great beasts ruled the skies. They were not just dances. They were stories of power. Of flight and fire. Moves of grace, yes, but also of raw, untamed strength. I practiced alone, in the dead of night, in a hidden courtyard. My body learned the shapes. My soul remembered the fire.

As her dragon glided along warm currents, tracking Ragnar's mate, she looked up from the valleys below and beheld a breathtaking sight. In the distance flew a gigantic white dragon, her crests were tinged a dusky pink, and Titan felt she'd never seen a beast so beautiful. This must be the Queen's dragon. Beating her wings to lessen the distance between them, Titan had to put real effort in to catch up, and she was puffing before she reached the Queen's tail. There she noticed the real struggle taking place.

I lay on the dirty floorboards, completely helpless, listening to the heavy pounding of horse hooves outside. I have been sold again. Is this how my name will end an heir, has now been used by those who don't even deserve my look. Julian had poisoned me and handed me over to someone even worse. The Dragon King. Tales of the Dragon Kingdom, had reached the Averon palace when I was just a child. They were brutal, merciless monsters who ruled the northern peaks. If Evander was a terrifying beast, the Dragon King was a nightmare. After what felt like hours, the carriage finally jerked to a stop.

I said. "This fictional narrative goes like this. The Dragons had all stayed together and formed clans. However, some of them became greedy for power, leading them down the wrong path and delving into magic, which disrupted the peace and prosperity of the clans. In the end, only the last surviving King remained, having lost his queen due to the side effects of magic. The King and his only Son were immune to the side effects. The Dragon King was lost in his grief for his queen, without caring for the infant who grew up feeling lonely. One day, the Son discovers a note from his father, apologizing and requesting that he fulfill his final wish." "What is his last wish?" The way Drake told the s

"Please." With another grumble, he begins the story. "Drakon, the king of dragons, fell in love with the daughter of a Goddess. He courted her knowing she was his true mate. When he finally consummated their union, he discovered she had given her virginity to another. He was mated to a woman who would never transcend. In his great rage, he killed her." We both remain quiet until he speaks again a few minutes later. "A dragon's rage is incomparable to anything you've ever seen. Mine is worse. You cannot want to be around me if I'm ever in that condition."

I roll my eyes and tell her the dramatic story of how we ended up in this situation. “What did you want me to do? Let the rats feast on them? As if, I hate rats, disgusting.” Shivering at the thought of them, Oliver laughs and makes a comment about how i'm a big, bad dragon afraid of little creatures. Shoving my elbow into his gut, I walk away from the annoying pair, and head into my room. Slammin the door, I sink into the bed in the middle of the space, and try to figure out how in the hell I got myself yet another impossible situation.

’ He asked trying to understand it. ‘If I told you what I am about to tell you then you would have never found Rosalie. She would have never found you and this war of finding the gem would have never come to an end. You would have waited for her to come to you which would never had happened.’ His mom told him. ‘You my son are a special dragon, said to be the rebirth of the king from so many years ago. The moment you where born was the moment I knew it was you.