Aether Dragon Novels & Stories

Nazrene said, Tina scoffed impatiently at the unwanted question, but answered anyway, "Aether...is the fifth element, a bright, untainted atmosphere of the higher dimensions. Aer is the elements of reality...air, fire, earth, water...Look, can you just tell me what to do without all this... talking?" "Currently, you are Aether. You need to connect with Aer. It has gravitas, weight, it's what you need to wield to create a physical body of your own liking." Nazrene explained.

Lines of blood split across Andrew's body as his veins burst under the crushing weight of Dragon's Might. "Andrew!" Isabelle shouted in panic from outside. Still suspended midair, Ezekiel laughed viciously. "Andrew, today is the day you fall. Die for me!" Pain flickered across Andrew's face, yet his voice remained as calm as still water. "You celebrate too soon. There is only one true dragon in this world, and that is the Divine Dragon of Etharia. The Dragon's Cyclone, created by Mr. Sloan, originated from the Holtrien octagonal formation.

A second Earthly Celestial attacked. This time, it was an Aetherian Elder. Detaching all external items, he wielded mixed mystique energy with a ripple of light between his joined arms, like an azure dragon dancing within the ocean. The manifestation was not a wave but 500 years’ worth of dense mixed mystique energy, seemingly liquid in form. “Go!” The azure dragon shot forth like an arrow, causing the dimension to shudder at the impact. The force was comparable to a Filosoph Grader's technique.

"Lord Vorgath, the little ones are breaking through!" In the padded chest, the three dragon eggs trembled slightly. Soon, cracks spiderwebbed their surfaces as I watched with awe and expectancy. These were Draken's hatchlings… our hatchlings! With a sudden burst of light, three hatchlings burst forth from their shells. Purple-gold rays streaked through the sky, and celestial clouds scattered across the heavens. Birds soared and cried out in unison above the dragonlands. "By the gods… Half-beasts with Aetherblood!"

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

“To restore balance through destruction. The dragons’ bloodline was too proud. They ruled without limits. My wife created the poison that wiped them out, except for a few survivors.” Alex froze. “Your wife?” I turned to him with a wicked smile. “My mother.” His voice trembled slightly. “So… your mother created the poison that destroyed the dragon lineage?” “Yes,” I said. “She called it Aetherbane. One drop could erase a dragon’s spirit forever. But her formula was lost when she died. Now, I must bring her back in order to finish what she started.” The old wizard placed a hand on my shoulder. “The time is near, my child. You have done well, but you must be cautious. Jade and Kieran are danger

Its eyes, deep pools of wisdom, fixed on the Phoenix Feather. Altair, unsheathing his blade, took a defensive stance. "Are we to fight or parley?" Elder Aria, her gaze locked with the dragon, responded, "Parley. This is the Celestial Dragon, guardian of balance. We must understand its intent." The dragon, its voice echoing like a deep rumble of thunder, spoke, "Guardians of Meranthia, I seek the Phoenix's essence. Return it, and the balance shall remain." Liora, holding the feather protectively, replied, "We were granted this feather as a symbol of rebirth and hope. Why do you seek it?"

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

I hope, like the last three times he went out, that he comes home without an egg. There are six colors of dragons – the rarest are the golden queens. They are the most powerful of all dragons. Their mates are primarily the formidable silver dragons, known for their speed, agility, and power. But there are also bronze dragons, always males, who, in rare instances, are strong enough to mate with a queen. Then there are green dragons who are also male and red and blue dragons, which are always females, and usually mate with green or bronze dragons. I hate the practice of hunting dragon eggs. Dragon riders are rare, exceptionally rare. However, those who become dragon riders have the power and s

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."