A Pet Dragon Novels & Stories

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

It was indescribably enduring. Both surprised and excited, Darryl took the baby dragon into his hand so delicately as though he was scared he would drop it. The baby dragon looked intently at Darryl like it's known him for a very long time. It squeaked and leaned into Darryl with its tiny head. Indeed, the baby dragon's soul once belonged to Jewel. Diaochan had merged her soul into the dragon egg with a special technique and hence, Jewel's soul still existed within the realm and was overwhelmed with joy at the sight of Darryl. However, dragons were the most powerful enchanted beast in the world with long lifespan and formidable powers. Their growth could be extremely slow in the eyes of a mo

He lowered his head so I could pet him. "It's my turn," the head with the green and blue scales pushed Cyclonus out of the way. "And I am Drizzle The Raindancer and, as my name suggests, I am a water dragon." He leaned in and barely used his snout to touch my cheek. "You kissed her?" One of them shouted. The three went into a quarrel about equality when I noticed the smallest head peeking out of the shadows. "Hello there," I called to him. "Don't you wish to introduce yourself too?" His red and orange scales seemed to burn hot from the distance. I didn't need to ask what kind of dragon he was.

Kendrick stated. I watch as the dragon curls up in Aliya’s lap and start to make a sound. It sounds like it is purring. I raise an eyebrow at her but she is petting the little thing. Zharten explains that they raise these particular dragons as both spies and guards. He says that they are fiercely protective of whoever their masters are and will protect that person with their lives. I look at the little dragon again. Thalex says that the dragon will not get any bigger than the size it is now. It is the size of a large house cat. I guess my pack just gained a pet dragon. Saying that sounds so weird in my head. That and the fact that I was under the impr

Alexis squeals. I roll my eyes because, of course, she picks the shimmery pink dragon. These are real dragons, not shifters. I have no idea why they are so small. I was under the impression that dragons were huge. These five could literally sit on your shoulder if they wanted to. There is a pink one, which Alexis has claimed; one is yellow like the sun and has made its home in Jailynn’s lap, one is black, and Bryn has picked that one; one is the red, and Leah has taken to that one, and the last one is an iridescent white colour (almost rainbow) and is cuddling up to Daniylla. I guess they now have pets. There is a growl as the other animals in the house decide to come to check out the

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.

Creature Name: Draco (Named by David Sanchez) Scientific Name: Grandis Serpentis Draco Classification: Soul-evolved Animal (Ultraspecies) Basic Description: An absurdly powerful reptile that has evolved the ability to crudely manipulate fire transformed from its soul’s natural psionic energy. Physical Appearance:

“It’s as big as my hand! Dragons are larger than houses, they breathe fire –“ “He’s a very rare, very small breed of dragon,” I inform the Prince, squaring my shoulders and trying to bring a little dignity to our pet. “They’re very special, and native only to that little patch of sea coast. Honestly, Prince,” I say lifting my chin in disdainful critique, “I thought you’d make more effort to know more about the flora and fauna of your kingdom.” “I tend not,” he murmurs, looking ahead, “to bother myself with creatures that I could flick away with one finger.”

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

she asked. “They’re our other friends back in the dorm,” Dorin answered her. “Azra is a caladrius, while Dagon is a baby dragon Johan hatched from an egg.” He went closer to Eirian and lowered his voice. “We had to register Azra as a familiar so she can stay in out room.”