Almighty Dragon Novels & Stories

My hand flew to my mouth. Nicholas. The kiss. My stomach fluttered again. Damn him. Mother saw the reaction. “Who is he?” “I can’t tell you.” “Why?” “Because I don’t know.” Her mouth fell open. That sounded significantly worse out loud. “I mean, I know him. Sort of.” “Myra.” “He’s safe.” “You don’t even know his name!” Okay. She had me there. “He’s…the Dragon.” Mother stared at me. I immediately regretted speaking.

He was not sure what she was, but he knew she possessed healing powers, and that should convince the dragon kingdom to accept her as his mate, their princess. Just then, Alicia heard someone yell, “I knew it! I knew you had a secret out here, so I followed you. This is your day to die, dragon!” Antione Richmond yelled raising his bow. “Dragon! Fly! Get out of here, save yourself!” Alicia cried. She ran over and stood in front of the dragon, begging Antione not to fire. Corithias shot flames at Antione, making a wall of flames to block his path.

She was hopeful that they would get back to her soon. All of the Mystic dragons were huge! They had a good ten feet on the other dragons. Kalamar’s silver dragon was some thirty-fucking-feet long. He radiated a powerful fucking aura. Holy shit. That was something special. He was the rightful ruler who would take the throne after all of this was said and done. I would expect no less. “I’ve been wanting to try something,” Beauty told me as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Hmm. What would that be?” I murmured, pecking those luscious lips of hers.

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.

“You’re thinking about war.” Brie didn’t deny it. “The Draynor could end the Dawlya,” she said softly. “Not slowly. Not surgically. Completely.” She lifted her gaze to the sky, imagining it darkened with wings. “They have no dragons. No air superiority. No real defenses against coordinated dragon fire. We could burn every stronghold, every council hall, every ritual site they have. End a war that’s lasted longer than most histories remember.” Max remained silent, but his attention sharpened.

But what truly stole Caelia’s breath was the massive dragon curled protectively around her, its enormous silver eye fixated solely on her, its tail wrapped in a protective arc before her feet. “She was beautiful,” Caelia murmured, though the word felt hollow compared to the divine presence captured in metal and paint. The priestess smiled knowingly. “She was powerful too.” Caelia swallowed. “Because the dragon changed the child inside her into one of his own?” she asked, recalling Rhyzar’s tale. The priestess turned, clearly intrigued. “Our lord has told you stories?” Caelia hesitated but nodded. The priestess beamed. “No, my lady. She was the dragon’s mate. And their son—Draken—also found h

she pouted and tilted her head. “It’s probably not me as I don’t have such powers, I’m just an Imugi as you said that day, it’s the truth. The one you are talking about is the powers only a pure dragon who possesses the orb of yeouiju means a dragon pearl, possess such power. The snakes that have lived a thousand-year have a chance of becoming a dragon. Those large snakes are called Imugi. And that Imugi, I’m not a dragon.” He smiled bitterly as if he was trying to hide something behind his smile.

Darryl questioned subconsciously. Yennie looked at the young dragon closely. She could not hide her shock as her voice trembled when he said, "A dragon is the strongest enchanted beast. Their energy and techniques include water, fire, and lightning. Some of the dragons have other special abilities too. However, that situation would only appear once every thousand or ten thousand years." Yennie took a deep breath and continued to speak, "I never imagined that your dragon could swallow the enemies even when it has not reached a mature age. That is quite unbelievable."

I took a sip from my hot tea and I gently rested my head on Arthur's broad shoulders as he was telling stories of the other realm to our kids. "The dragons have bat-like wings and strong build. They have healing powers and the coolest thing is the fire." Arthur enthustiastically said despite saying that story a million times over, "The dragons are the mightiest and most powerful creature in the world! I saved mommy from falling down the cliff." "Is not! I bet the demons are even more powerful. The Demon Lord sounded awesome!" Our son argued as he played with his cape running around the living room. I laughed and shot Arthur a look, "Should we tell our son that we named him after the Demon lo

He entered my dreams first; deep seafoam eyes with hints of emerald and black invaded my dreams, claiming me. But he was just a man in my dreams or so I thought, because then I met this man, this dragon prince, he was the man from my dreams. It wasn't love at first sight or a dreamy fairytale I read in books, but a strange toxic attraction and it screamed for pleasurable moments. His touches were electric, setting my insides on fire and his eyes.. Those brilliant eyes that held such a unique colour pulled me into his dangerous, yet mystical world, where dragons soared the skies, such marvellous and fascinating creatures that flew onto the high skies and breathed majestic flames of incredible