A Golden Dragon Novels & Stories

Dad shakes his head. “What about silver dragons,” asks dad. “You said to read about the six different types of dragons,” says Owen. “I said there are six different types aside from the silver dragons,” dad says with an annoyed look on his face. “I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother

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.

Arthur explained again, telling Nadlyn to help the werewolves immediately, because they could get hurt if Nadlyn didn't intervene. When Nadlyn was near them, she stared intently at the Golden Dragon, while the two werewolves were surprised to see her there. They were taken by surprise, and the golden dragon wagged its tail, sending one of them flying. Nadlyn was even more enraged. Suddenly, she moved the Water Element in the sea and made the Golden Dragon jump there as well. Hey! Who are you? The Golden Dragon was furious that it couldn't release its flames. I am Nadlyn, the saint sent by the gods. Nadlyn, who could communicate, spoke to the Golden Dragon.

Waiting for who? Me. I am the first pure golden dragon in 5 thousand years and… I am the last one ever. From dragon royalty, my bloodlines ruled the supernatural world as gods until our blood mixed,our power stolen and we fell in the war, but as children of the goddess Erania, she vowed to form one last golden, who would save her people and bring the realm to its knees, to retake the world we rightfully ruled. So I was created and then… I was given.

The elderly vendor, with weathered hands that spoke, held forth an exquisite piece. Intricate links of gold, meticulously wrought, formed an elegant chain that draped seamlessly, creating a delicate framework for the centerpiece. At the heart of the necklace rested a sizable blue gemstone, capturing the essence of the deep ocean in its rich hue. The gemstone, cradled within a golden setting, emanated a mesmerizing brilliance that danced with every movement. Its facets catch and refract light, creating an ever-changing play of colors that evoke a sense of desire.

His dragon was on display for all to see and I gave the Elders a look as they asked him that question. “Are you calling me a liar?” Echo said through Wynter as his eyes shone yellow. “Magnificent,” Elder Jackson said. “This is truly incredible,” Elder Charles murmured. “Separate Echo,” I said. The Elders gasped as the dragon that was now a head taller than Wynter separated from him and growled at the Elders. Elder Neil actually chuckled at that and I had to smile as Abeloth rolled his eyes. “This is Echo, Wynter’s dragon,” I said.

It was alive! His body trembled with excitement. His fingers shook and he muttered the words he knew would bring the dragon under command. So it was true. There was a dragon. Was there more? And then he heard the cries of terror. His body was rigid against the window. He longed to see the glory of dragons return but the time was not yet right. The wind brought the words to him. Drakos forem ni khagris. Ehyra shis matra fyre: Dragon of old. I am your fire.

They must have hidden among the crowd, not daring to come any closer. The knight commander saw Leila’s face and turned to other knights to say something. Leila couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she knew she would been taken away with them. “You need to come with us,” a golden knight said to Leila, as he began to bind her wrists with rope, knotting it tightly. Leila observed the knight’s hands glistening with a gorgeous golden sheen. She remembered her aunt saying once before, due to the loss of the dragon spirits, the dragon race’s appearance changed overnight. The high-ranking dragon lords, which were the golden and silver descendants, had glistening skin. As for the grey dragons, th

I do not bother watching him fall. There are too many others. Fire flashes across the air as Vael drives another attacker away from Jakob’s flank. Below us, the rocky ridge fractures beneath the weight of several dragons battling on the ground. And there— At the center of it all— Aurelion. Even in dragon form he is unmistakable. His massive golden wings dominate the battlefield as he lands between Malrec and the seam itself. The king has always been larger than most of us. Today he looks almost mythic.

Dude #2 yelled back suddenly. “Guys, we have no choice, we either do this or die when we go home, and if we run.. he’ll find us” dude#3 said. Unable to handle the truth of what awaits them, he started walking away from the other guys. ‘Sapphire, what are these guys?’ I asked my dragon, uncertain of their different scents. ‘That’s a delta dragon, gamma dragon and warrior dragon. That gamma dragon is the highest ranking one, deltas are like healers and warriors are obviously warriors,’ she laughed at me, making my fists clenched slightly.