American Dragon Novels & Stories

“I took a different route just in case Antoh was on our tail. Since we’d already decided to stay in a motel, I didn’t think it would matter.” “It was actually very clever of you, my Chloe,” he said with a smile. “What is your full name?” she asked. “My name is Tristan,” he said with confusion. “I know that, but is that all there is to your name?” she asked. “Surface humans have at least two names to identify them. My name is Chloe Kensington. Chloe identifies me, and Kensington identifies the family I belong to.” “I see,” Tristan said thoughtfully. “We do things similar in Manthella. Tristan identifies me and Dragonas is the name of my family or clan. When I sign something, it is with Tr

Apparently Rodrigar has a skill to duplicate his body into several copies, and this dragon is Rodrigar’s duplicated self. Rodrigar shot me a side glance. “It’s Clairmont. I thought I’ve told you before.” I fluttered my eyes a bit. “Clairmont? As in, Clairmont Rodrigar?” Rodrigar nodded. My God. Clairmont Rodrigar, golden eyes with a slight tinge of red, bronze skin, and a dragon. Why didn’t I think about this before? In the novel there’s only one person who holds the name Clairmont Rodrogar, and he is Rodrigar the halberdier of Chaos.

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"

And he wanted to see her Dragon, the giant dragon, with different colour of eyes. "Ahhh!!" She screamed again, so much louder than before. Bone cracking echoing the whole atmosphere with the painful sound, Angelina watched in terrify. The scream stopped, and she shifted into a giant Golden Colored Dragon, having a face of camel, the horns of a stag, the eyes so beautiful of hot green colour, the body of a snake, the scale of a fish, the hair of a lion and the talons of a hawk. Her feet were of a werewolf. She has the half body of a wolf. She was so giant that she covered the whole backyard with her body. Her head touching up the sky. As she looked down at everyone. Everyone was scared and am

“I am the child of crown and flame, Yet not my father’s cruel acclaim. He steals what none should ever own, I bring the lost ones safely home.” Ryuki My dragon is many things; he’s intelligent, cunning, sarcastic, annoying, flirtatious, powerful, and fierce. But I’ve never known my dragon to recoil in the face of someone else’s anger. Until now.

Dax glanced at Malfoy coldly and continued, “Listen closely. I am Dax Wimbleton, the Southern Warzone Master.” With that, his followers and aides introduced themselves one after another. “Drogo Azure, also known as the Eastern Azure Dragon of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Tiger White, also known as the Western White Tiger of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Axia Vermillion, also known as the Southern Vermillion Phoenix of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.”

Laryn Sir Orland Locksy is a weasel in every sense of the word. I hate him and I hate the realm he lives in. Mucky skies, putrid air, and immoral people. I call it hell's realm. It's also my favorite place to collect treasure. My dragon brothers and I have been many times. It's always a challenge and, best of all, dangerous. I should feel apprehensive bringing my bride here, but what I feel is exhilaration clear to the tip of my dragon's tail.

Music recommendation: After dark by Mr kitty The Dragon released its fire on the moving corpses as it soared through the sky and to its greatest surprise the corpses when reduced to ashes would instantly reform it's self to their original form, realizing attacking the corpses was pointless she searched for Leonard knowing taking out its source would release the spell.

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."

I climb into bed and pull out The Witcher book I have been reading. I must have fallen asleep quickly as I start having a weird dream about dragons. There appears to be a war going on and there are dragons with all different colors everywhere. There appears to be humans with magical powers also as part of this war and all sorts of different animals. There were lions, tigers, jaguars, black bears, brown bears, eagles, falcons, and wolves to name a few I can see.