A Pet Dragon Novels & Stories

The Colosseum arena was packed full of Different dragons. The arena is similar to Roman stadium structures with pillars about it. There are three major types of dragons that make up a clan. The adult dragons are seated in front. They are one of the most powerful and famous dragons know to man. They are large with scales and can burn down an entire city in seconds. The warm-ly dragons, they are more like serpent dragons with long bodies and legs ranging from four to eight legs, they more like powerful massagers and subdivided into various earth dragon. The worm-ly with intelligence that transforms into humans flesh but has elves ears are known as vouivre.

Good. Because so am I. I launch from the terrace. My dragon bursts forward with a roar that shakes the ancient stone beneath us. The wind tears across my scales as I climb rapidly toward the incoming enemy. Malrec doesn’t slow. He’s in his dragon form—larger than any I’ve ever seen outside the royal bloodline. Bigger than before. His scales are dark as storm clouds, and his wings cut through the air with terrifying strength. Fae enhancements. He’s not alone.

"Uh… good dragon? Nice dragon? Can you… find more shiny stuff for us? Please?" Abigail cackled, "No, you gotta be sweeter! Pet it, talk to it, you have to bond, try saying something in your head, like bring mama more loot, baby...be cute!" I squatted down, awkwardly scratching the dragon’s chin. It closed its eyes, making a soft purr-rumble that vibrated through my hand. "Alright, little troublemaker, if you find us more treasures, I’ll… uh, I’ll let you ride on my head for a week. Deal?"

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

The Only option left for him was to continue to change techniques. He shouted the devil's dragon appeared. He raised his both hands into the sky. Suddenly, about hundreds of dragons appeared. They were strange spiritual animals with double heads with big teeth and could walk with their four legs and they could crawl on their belly. They could jump and sustain in the mid-air.

Pierre adjusted the heaters in the car to focus more on the egg and purred to it as he stroked the egg shell with his thumb, keeping the blanket close to it. "I'm going to have so much fun raising you," he told the egg softly, giving it a loving look. "Charles is going to get jealous when I spend so much time with you~" I could hear the chirps quieting as the little baby inside grew tired. I purred as I drove us back to the castle. I pulled out my phone and decided to let Lyle and Kingsley know. I put them in the same text group as I typed up a message to send to them. Me: Hey... so I may have- bought a dragon and I might be bringing it home to the Rosario castle. It's going to hatch tomorro

she whispered and then buried her face in his neck. The two dragons waited for a year for her to recuperate from the pregnancy and then started training her dragon. It was a difficult start for Meryl, but she had to know her feral form. Her dragon was a beautiful blue with azure spikes and azure wings. No one had such a beautiful dragon in Galdere. Whenever she shifted, it was a treat to watch and both her dragons would shift too.

"What?" Azalia couldn't believe her ears. Surely, she hadn't heard Melech right. "A dragony?" She repeated in a puzzled voice. "Nobody in their right mind would ride such a dangerous creature." Dragonies were small dragon-like creatures belonging to the Adom Kingdom. They were a dark orange colour, their wings and bodies covered with red scales strong enough to stop a blade. They were gorgeous but could breathe fire and had extremely sharp fangs and claws that could kill a man on the spot. Azalia would never dare approach one of those too close.

"Whose side are you on here? My point is that she shouldn't be petting the damn thing. It's deranged." The dragon puffs a breath of warm air at me playfully, tipping its head. I've never had a pet, but I officially wouldn't mind a dragon. But then I frown, remembering what Jayan said about his dragon trying to replace him. I wonder if Jayan can even hear me right now. "Hey," I say, getting the dragon's attention again. I rub its snout gently. "Are you going to give me back Jayan?" It continues watching me. Its tail curls, slipping between Mosley and me to drag me a little closer.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i