Another Name For A Dragon Novels & Stories

“Let’s start throwing out ideas and see what sticks.” “Okay,” Isolde said, leaning forward with interest. “If they’re dragons, maybe something powerful like Pyra and Draven.” “Or if they’re wolves,” Cheyenne added, “something classic and moonlit. Like Lune or Fenric.” Tora covered her face with her hands. “You guys are going to give them identity crises before they’re even born.” Chelsea was already on a roll. “If one’s a boy, I vote we name him Brimstone. Brim for short.”

The unicorn spoke, “I can tell you what I can.” “Can you start with who you are? Do you have a name?” The unicorn laughed but it sounded like a small song playing, “All creatures have a name, child. I can tell you my lower realm name, which is Sylvrmane, but I cannot tell you my spiritual name.” She scratched her head, “Spiritual name?” “Yes, every creature ever created has a spiritual name and a lower realm name. Your lower realm name is, Evrah. That is what you are known by in the lower realms.”

"I've had centuries to perfect it." I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped me..The dragon looked pleased. "There we are." I rubbed my face. "Okay. Fine. Let's pretend I'm not imagining this." "A healthy first step." "Who are you?" The dragon's eyes brightened. At once, the playful attitude remained, but something deeper appeared beneath it. Looked old and powerful. "My name is Astria." The name echoed inside my mind. Astria. Even hearing it felt important. Like a story everyone should know.

Prologue Once known as Levy, a normal human being, an unexpected encounter with a dragon forever changed her life during a sudden attack by Jeffery, her cousin Alice's vengeful ex-mate. This chance meeting with the dragon prompted a transformation, not just of her name, but of her very existence. On the advice of the Dragon Shrine Priest, who received a divine message from the dragon goddess, Levy became Lavina, a name she carried even in the human realm, as a symbol of her new identity linked to the great healer dragon.

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

Zoey asked. "I am a healer. I can conjure up items to help with one's healing at will, but I'm afraid whatever Lucifer has been doing to us is draining my powers. I'm afraid that was all I had left." "Argh," the dragon grunted as he shifted into a sitting position. "That's the name of the being who took me from the Dragon Realm." All eyes fell on the Dragon. "What is your name?" Titus asked him. "I am Ignatholon The Lavatongue, but my people call me Igna for short," he explained, trying to get up to his feet, but the pain wouldn't let him. He stumbled.

’ I ask him. ‘Do you have any family names that you want to give to our children?’ He asks me instead. ‘Not really. That’s not how elves work. Why? Is that how it is with dragons? Do you have a family name to pass down?’ I ask. ‘Not a family name, per se, but because I am descended from the earth dragons, I would like my children to have names that mean 'earth', or 'of the earth'.’

Before I could finish, his voice sliced across mine like a blade. “It's called a dragon,” he cut me off. A dragon. I had never heard that word before. But it tasted strange on my tongue. He didn’t look pleased to disclose it. “A beast you should be very scared of, Aqua. A beast you had no clue of till I saved you from Terran. Where do you think my name comes from? The Golden-Eyed Devil?” he continued. “There are only four people in this world who saw me and didn't die.”

'Earth Dragon with Crimson Scales?' Sheniqua was taken aback when she heard that term. She pondered with a frown. "What earth dragon? I have no idea what you are talking about." Darryl scowled. 'Maybe the Crimson Scale Earth Dragon had a different name in this continent.' As he wanted to ask further, Sheniqua started to get annoyed. "What nonsense are you trying to say? The medicine is almost done. Hurry up and finish it. I need to send it to Young Miss."

The last question sounds more like a demand than a question. "Argon is the name. Kin of the mighty, highly-favoured, and aboriginal dragons..." "The infamous chief of all flying beasts— the golden dragon," they chorused. The lines were introduced to them back when they were little so that anyone who may not recognize them at first shall pay the crime of not recognizing the mighty dragons—the highly-favored creation of the god Azgorath. Her thoughts suddenly become disheveled. Part of her wants to delight in meeting a long-lost relative in the mortal world. Yet, when her memory reminds her of the kind of creature Argon is, she strides back.