Adoptable Dragons Novels & Stories

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

"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.

------------- --------------------- Eight months later . . . ------------- --------------------- "Aodh, could you please help Kira and Arthur get the kids settled down? Company will be here soon," Shamira half-shouted, half-sighed. Being a mother to a nest of little dragons was exhausting. Since defeating Jonas, four more eggs had hatched, giving her another Sea Serpent (this one a female), a female Horned Dragon from the Far East, a male Stone Dragon from the Rocky Mountains of the United States, and a male Quetzalcoatl from Central America.

If I could go back to a few days ago when I received Cyran’s email, I would have packed my bags and left. “It might not be possible for humans, but Dragons have abilities that humans couldn’t dream of. Some of us can read minds, while others have different abilities. It isn’t like I always invade someone’s privacy, but I thought now was the exception.” Kellan moved off the couch he was on and came to sit between Jade and me.

Well, except for her. Anyway, Voiceless Mountains remained off-limits because of the dangerous cliffs and wild animals that roamed the area. Anyone who entered it never returned, hence why it became impermissible. Still, the list of feral animals did not include a mythical dragon. According to Jennifer – no, according to the myth of the dragon made specifically for children’s bedtime stories – there was a man whose sole purpose included protecting his loved ones.

''Noelle this is Dagahra my dragon,'' Gabriel says. The dragon slowly walks to us and puts her big head in Gabriel's arms. He scratches her behind her ears, ''It was believed that dragons were extinct, but we found frozen eggs in these mountains. We hatched them with fire and kept them hidden for many years. They are remarkable really; they chose a human to bond with and accept nobody else. Only their master can ride them, and they would die for their master.'' I slowly approach the female and she snorts at me which makes smoke come out of her nose. Gabriel pets her nose, ''It's okay Dagahra, she is with me, and I like her, okay?''

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.

He chuckled, “You know how kids are.” I pressed my lips together. Kids, they were something that I wanted. I didn’t know how they were besides the flock’s children. It was so rare for a dragon to be able to carry a pregnancy to term. We were lucky, after I’d put a stop to the arranged marriages that the council had ordered. My flock had flourished. Once they’d been able to go out into the world and choose mates for themselves. The gods had blessed us. There were nine children born in the last few years. Three more on the way.

Max stepped in front of me, facing Dragon directly, and said, "She will not go with you alone. I am coming too." "Humans are not allowed inside!" Dragon challenged. I took a deep breath and calmed down a bit before finally speaking. I wasn’t afraid of Dragon anymore, but I was worried about him knowing about my children and that they were his. I pushed the thought aside and said impatiently, "Max is coming with me, or I won’t go back!" Dragon did not utter a single word; he left with the wind, dressed in a blue suit matching the color of his eyes. He still exuded strength and had become even more captivating.

A vision shatters over us— --- Scene One: The Birth of the Wyrm A woman in silver robes kneels in a room of starlight and bone. Her eyes blaze with flame. Her belly's round and hard. A voice speaks from the walls themselves. > "One shall bear the beast, and in bearing, bind it. Her blood will not be mortal. Her fire, not hers alone." I take a gasping breath. "That's her," Ingrid whispers close beside me. "Your mother." The woman—my mother—cries out. Not in agony, but power. A shadow of a dragon bursts from her chest and wraps around her as a shield. Not born. Bound.