A Dragons Story Novels & Stories

For these dragons that had never left the island, Roderick was a legend, and that was simply because of who Roderick was. The Son of the Dragon King The Wandering Dragon The Vagabond Prince He was a legend within the young generation, and his strength was reflective of a child of the strongest dragon upon the island. Roderick was in a rush to speak to the elders, but he could not deny the young dragons the right to have their thirst quenched, and so he stopped to answer their questions. He beguiled them with tales of his travels and wowed them with stories of the foes he had faced. Harpies, Orc Lords, Frost Wolves, and Phoenixes. He mentioned them all and described his encounter in detail. W

she repeats. "Okay," I mutter, flipping back to the beginning of the book. "The earliest texts speak only of dragons. They have existed for thousands of years alongside the witches and the angels―" "Wait is this based on a true story or something?" Diana interrupts with wide eyes. "Definitely not. The angels in this story are way different and as far as I know, dragons aren't real," I sigh. "You sound disappointed." "Well don't you think it'd be cool to meet a dragon?"

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

the teacher said and continued reading. “Lothaire in his greedy nature felt that hell was to small to hold him and all the demons so he unleashed them to earth, demons came and enjoyed the earth like a common man, having intercourses and bearing abominable beasts that roamed the earth and caused chaos to cities and countries. Men killed them and didn’t stop killing them till they were all sent into extinction, the dragons were all killed and their skin used to make kings sandals but their eggs were never destroyed, they boiled it, bombed it, tried to squash it but to no avail. The dragons eggs cannot be destroyed they were kept in an old safe in an old castle located far from human civilizat

“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.

It didn’t seem remotely connected to anything in her life or even within the bounds of her knowledge. This time, the story had proceeded even further than before. On Alcatraz, Leah and her friends had been attacked by a giant lava dragon from the other world—a balrog, Kai had called it. Leesa recognized the word from The Lord of The Rings books. At the last moment, Leah’s power had finally appeared—she had absorbed the dragon’s fire and turned it back upon the beast, slaying it. The monster’s belly had been filled with eggs, which the soldiers had destroyed. Had the eggs been allowed to hatch, lava dragons would have overrun Earth.

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.

But the most interesting was how the first dragon came to be. My nursemaids had told me the story countless of times when I was still young and inexperienced with the world. Back then it was just another bedtime story I chalked up to theatrics and an old maid’s tale to try and bring about sleep for their little charges. Now I filled my time with reading about it. Somewhere in those pages there had to be someone like me. A half-breed. A bastard born. I couldn't recall how many times I had read through volume after volume of dragon history. World history. If there were any being like me, they must not have ever been mentioned. Dragons didn't sire children outside of their clans. To have done s

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Raya’s eyes go wide before looking at my mother in panic. “Okay so Lily.. I understand now that you might have found out who we are.. what we are,” my mother begins to say, pausing as she tries to find the right words to say to me. “And I just want to tell you I did the best I could, leaving your father to be the best mom I could, and to raise you the right way. I am not sorry for it, however I guess you did have the right to know who and what you are, yes Lily you are a witch and dragon. You weren’t supposed to have a dragon you know.. female dragons are a dying species and the dragons magic is dying, male dragons are getting angry because they cannot produce anymore female dragons. They ar