A Golden Dragon Novels & Stories

I hear dragon wings and feel the dragons land, forming a circle around us as we all continue to hum our encouragement for the first true generation of dragons since the humans nearly killed all of the original elementals. The earth dragons come first, followed closely by the fire dragons, with the water and air dragons fighting their way out eventually too. Last is the golden egg. It begins rocking violently as the others begin screeching for food. The elementals begin dropping pieces of fresh meat into their mouths as Cal and I watch our golden egg carefully. Finally, the egg breaks and she tumbles out of her confinement, stretching her wings and looking up at me. I lean down, pressing my n

Ghost's skill was indispensable. The Oak appeared next to the realm of the Dragons, although they are practically extinct, there are still some. My wolf is partly a dragon, which is why his name is Ghost Wyvern, so I had a vision of the Oak near one of the elders' caves. When this dragon wakes up, the whole balance of power will be destroyed, because killing an elder dragon is not for everyone. I still don't know what color the dragon is, but I do know that the magical aura of the Golden Oak is feeding this creature, and it will soon wake up. Not even a Lich with an army of Necromancers will be a match for this creature.

To these ministers, Darryl's nine golden dragons were summoned from divine energy, but they were impossibly powerful and would be more than enough to take down the golden birds. "Awoo, awoo…" Yet the birds seemed not panicked at all in the face of the powerful aura of the dragons. They let out a series of crows, exploding with flames around them that burned high into the heavens as they met the dragons head-on. In the blink of an eye, the birds collided with the dragons. All that could be seen was the sky enveloped in a fiery glow that bled into the atmosphere. Following that, the nine golden dragons were destroyed immediately. They turned into a wisp of gold, disappearing into the air.

Only a head escaped, whereas the rest of its body entered the grinder. Alex said, “Jeez. This Five-clawed Golden Dragon just died. The blood on its body is still fresh, isn’t it? “We didn’t see any water source along the way. I’m thirty as hell. This dragon blood is drinkable, right?” Phoenix said, “A Five-clawed Golden Dragon’s blood should be very nourishing.” Alex immediately decided. “Drink it!”

Shia asked nervously. “No idea,” I replied calmly. “A golden winged dragon,” she said, trying hard to suppress her excitement. “A four-winged one!” “Really? Four wings? That’s amazing! Shia, you’re rich!” “Too bad it’s already been imprinted.” Imprinting—that was one of the reasons golden winged dragons were worth far more than silver ones. A golden dragon recognizes only one master. Once imprinted, it will never acknowledge anyone else. Loki was truly despicable. He must have anticipated that I might sell the egg at auction, so he had it imprinted before sending it.

Very wise dragons we are. We control the air element and the earth element. Yes I do admit can be cruel and harsh at times but luckily my Golden half keeps me safe. Though I do have a temper as well. The last kind were the- 5. Golden dragons: The most powerful kind of dragons. They could defeat a great army by itself, had great magic around it. These dragon we're so powerful that if they weren't a dragon it could have easily been called a god. It breathed spirit fire, freezes things with its ice breath. Is a telepathy, can talk to the dead, has toxic breath, lava spit and could actually spit out gold. Magic was its birth right as it was whispered magic itself came from the scale of one of t

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

Yet, in the end, he was the one who struggled to accept his son’s mate. “Royal purple dragon blood is sacred,” Alaric said, causing everyone to glance at him. “And if Iris insists that Mariah spilled it, then accept the blood of the golden dragon as compensation.” And with that, he grew a claw and slashed himself, spilling his blood. “Nay,” all the Lords shouted. Purple dragon blood may be sacred, but it was not as sacred as the blood of a golden dragon, which is born rarely. They have never been more than one golden dragon alive in the dragon land, hence why they don’t have a clan for it.

The last question sounds more like a demand than a question. "Argon is the name. Kin of the mighty, highly-favoured, and aboriginal dragons..." "The infamous chief of all flying beasts— the golden dragon," they chorused. The lines were introduced to them back when they were little so that anyone who may not recognize them at first shall pay the crime of not recognizing the mighty dragons—the highly-favored creation of the god Azgorath. Her thoughts suddenly become disheveled. Part of her wants to delight in meeting a long-lost relative in the mortal world. Yet, when her memory reminds her of the kind of creature Argon is, she strides back.

“And so now you’re leading an army to Vienthrey?” “That is the plan.” “Riding on the back of a golden dragon,” he slid me a look under his lashes. “Yes.” “Dragons are dual natured,” he said gently. “Were you aware of that?” I looked away, across the room and the arrangements of tables that now overflowed with revelry. “Yes, Leongrad.” “Mmm,” he was thoughtful.