A Story About A Dragon Novels & Stories

A humongous dragon, terrifying and monstrous, firing and destroying homes and hopes of people, catches Amira's attention. The dragon looks familiar to her. She searches for memories in her head of where she has probably seen it. 'Right! It's the dragon I saw in my dream!' she confirms and scrutinizes the painting once more. 'But who are you?' Kian rests his hands on his hip-level as he finishes lining all the paintings, eyeing each of them that he has collected and kept in good condition. His family ceases to believe the story his great grandfather has told until inhumane creatures shows one at a time and threatens to destroy the peacefulness on their land. The time the king and the queen wi

The family where women were worshipped as Durga (a female goddess), the eternal power. He had seen better days in his childhood but their family misfortune had landed them in this hell-hole called Dharavi. At that age, he didn’t understand the dealings of the grown-ups, but he had heard his mum and dad speak about getting cheated by their business partner. He had no idea of their business, no inkling of what the matter was and he didn’t care. Thinking about it would neither bring food nor money to him, so it was a mere waste of time.

But the mother of the dragon, Brenna, is so calm and quiet and she likes being on her own too And the truth of the matter is that my Community, dislike Brenna and she does stay in a lake very far from our community, and she does not disturb the villagers too Wow!!! Stormie screamed as the story became interestingsting Sorry to distract you continue with your story In many cultures, dragons were seen as the enemy of people. The Scandinavian hero Beowulf slew the monster Grendel, and also Grendel’s mother that attacked her. Many years later, he defeats a dragon and gets mortally wounded in the battle. In an ancient Babylonian story, the god Marduk famously conquers the dragon and monster of p

"Or maybe it's my do what I say because I'm hurt face." He sat down beside me on the bed, and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "It's an old tale about dragons. That they can come back from death if they weren't killed with the tip of their own wing." "Seriously? An old wives tale. How true are old wives tales?" I asked, playing with a string on the edge of the pillowcase.

"Please." With another grumble, he begins the story. "Drakon, the king of dragons, fell in love with the daughter of a Goddess. He courted her knowing she was his true mate. When he finally consummated their union, he discovered she had given her virginity to another. He was mated to a woman who would never transcend. In his great rage, he killed her." We both remain quiet until he speaks again a few minutes later. "A dragon's rage is incomparable to anything you've ever seen. Mine is worse. You cannot want to be around me if I'm ever in that condition."

she said. “I love you too, I should get downstairs and eat and then I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” I said to her. “You’re not coming over today?” she asked me sounding disappointed. “Not today, I’m not feeling quite myself yet,” I said to her. “What colour dragon did you get?” she asked her voice suddenly nervous. “Guess,” I said. “A violet one,” she said with a laugh. “Sorry to disappoint you,” I said. “Oh shit did you get an indigo one?” she asked me sounding almost disappointed.

Kylie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all, Delores was speaking of dragons, beings that were so powerful that their mere presence in her world was enough to tip the scales of war. A dragon was not something that could be easily ignored, and she doubted that the entire world of Beastmen put together could even put up a fight when faced with a dragon. Besides, one of the greatest Beastmen clans had a dragon as their descendants; yet Delores was referring to them like she did insects.

“It’s quiet…” I frown, not understanding exactly what that means. “Alright big boy, the story or I’m leaving.” I declare, making him raise an eyebrow. “As much as I’d like to see you try to get away from me. I really don’t want to argue with a woman right now.” I remember his argument with Aslantha earlier and although I wonder what that was about, I won’t ask him. “Good, so tell me.” “When was the first time you heard of dragons?” he asks, now removing his hands from my thighs and placing them on the table instead as he leans over me.

I muttered. As the news spread throughout the dragon clan, whispers and murmurs filled the air. Some were in awe of Drogo's unexpected allegiance to Freya, while others expressed doubt and skepticism. Questions swirled in my mind, and I knew I needed to confront Drogo and seek answers. She was the only one who could give me a comforting answer filled with nothing but the Truth. Dragons aren't just flying beings, they are magical creatures who foresee the future and they never lie. They would always stand on the truth.

As she calmed down, she let go of the embarrassment and asked him. “Who you really are?” She asked, not surprised but she knows, facing the werewolves, the creatures and of course the story of the fairy goddess, Barrett knows that mythical things do exist. She only needs to confirm and know the fact so that she can accept it. “I am the last dragon king.” On her younger self, the story of the dragon falling in love with a human is a fairy tale her mother once told her. She doesn’t ask further and nods. “You are not surprised?” He asked her, amused at how she easily believes him.