A Pet Dragon Novels & Stories

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

Drakes. A type of dragon that is smaller in size and cannot fly. Drakes are considered a lower class dragon due to their traits, including their lesser strength as well. Even so, they are still dragons and are incredibly powerful compared to the common species. Even the lowest of them are at least B class monsters. Earth drakes, in particular, have much a tankier build with larger body mass.

They were going over the plan again for the second time. “You are certain the king has a real-life elder dragon?”, Dragomir asked still in disbelief. “Yes, he does, locked in a cage and chained. A private pet…”, Esmeray answered, “He has an obsession for dragons and loves to have them by his side as a show of his strength”. “Pathetic”, Dragomir spat. Raisel appeared to be thinking, "That would explain this kingdom's unnecessary obsession over these creatures"

The reason she was named Angel was due to the fact that her Dragon was an Angel Aura quartz color. We hadn’t changed her name when she shifted for the first time. Unlike other Dragons, she had also been born with a Dragon Stone, which was the Angel Aura quartz. The Stone was beautiful, with a white base and a mixture of iridescent colors. She was the most beautiful Dragon that I have ever seen. Depending on how the light hit her, her coloring would shimmer with a colorful aura. The Stone had been named correctly because whenever I saw it, she looked like an Angel.

But I wouldn’t change it all the same. “Little bird, you’re mine.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple. And I knew that he was right. I could feel it with everything in me. I belonged to the dragons. The End

They track out the hiding place of a dragon. Red Dragons: Royal Family and Rarest. Largest of all dragons, when extremely angry their red hair changes into fire. Skills unknown (so far Vermitrax and Jorkallun are the only Red dragons alive at this moment). "Wow that is a lot hell of an explanation." Sarah said as he stops in front of a door. "This is where I lay my head or rather my room." Jorkallun announced opening the door and stepping in. Sarah entered the room and looked around. The painting of the room was blue just like hers and nothing fancy about it. She remembered when he told her how much he loves the blue color.

The smell of cigarettes, cold ashes and musty clothes had already eaten into the mortar. But all that faded as soon as the eyes fell on the large cage behind the door, out of which small, insane eyes stared out as if they wanted to hypnotize me. They belonged to a lizard-like body. The head with the little button eyes was just as scaly as the legs. The rest of the body is covered with elongated fur in beige. The neck seemed too long for the body. Although it was barely larger than a rat, it had the appearance of a small fur-covered dragon. Lacerta proles. There's this guy who keeps a pillicula as a pet.

it rumbled. The copper-colored slanted pupil eyes that matched her scales stared at Isabelle for a long time and made it feel like ants danced along her skin. “I think not. Wait outside the chamber if you must, but you will not like our discussion.” With a snapping of teeth that made Isabelle jump, the first dragon turned and scraped its body out of the opening and stomped away. “I’m D'Kohralx Vorian Churgo Desmonda.”

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

Wynter giggled. We ate breakfast and Wynter seemed like himself. Echo slept a lot and Abeloth said that’s what baby dragons needed to do, they grew when they slept. I had called the Elders of Florida to inform them that Wynter had merged with his dragon and they outright laughed at me.