Another Name For A Dragon Novels & Stories

Yours is dragon, ain't it? 'Stop lying, Nem. You're only making it worse and no my middle name is Phoenix.' 'Phoenix means dragon, no?' I said imitating and mocking his annoying voice. His hands went onto my thighs but his eyes were focused on the roads. I did feel chills creeping on me, more of a turn on if I am honest. Lust not loves. It could never be love, not anymore and nor with Narcissus.

The reason she was named Angel was due to the fact that her Dragon was an Angel Aura quartz color. We hadn’t changed her name when she shifted for the first time. Unlike other Dragons, she had also been born with a Dragon Stone, which was the Angel Aura quartz. The Stone was beautiful, with a white base and a mixture of iridescent colors. She was the most beautiful Dragon that I have ever seen. Depending on how the light hit her, her coloring would shimmer with a colorful aura. The Stone had been named correctly because whenever I saw it, she looked like an Angel.

Zector inquired, intrigued. "This is Dragon’s Blood," Gunner explained. "I once dispatched tens of thousands of people to search throughout Dragoria, digging a hundred meters deep. Eventually, we discovered a Draco Vein and gathered one hundred drops of Draco Vein Essence over several decades." "And what exactly is a Draco Vein?" Zector asked. Before Gunner could respond, Bruno interjected, "Dragoria derives its name from the appearance of a divine dragon in ancient times. A Draco Vein forms at the site of where such a divine dragon passes away."

I asked, feeling sorry for the young man or boy who’d been forced to do such terrible things. “I went to a fire mage, actually,” he said. “He bound my dragon.” Kieran gestured to the red tattoo peeking up over his shoulder. “He bound my dragon here, like this.” “That’s your dragon?!” I gasped. “All chained up?” “Yes,” he confirmed. “Do you mind if I ask you about… him?” I asked, nodding to the tattoo. “What’s his name?” “His name is Naeghiros,” he said, and then his voice dropped to a whisper. “Naeghiros is the name of the first and last dragon, the dragon charged with setting our world on fire.”

She felt a strange ripple go through her at hearing the Dragon's name. It sounded like something from a movie about romans or greeks...similar to Hercules, and she wondered if it had some special meaning. She noticed that he dipped his head down low so he wasn't looking down at her so intimidating and came in closer, looking up at her instead.

“Oh, my god…” The Dragon picks his pace pulling the chains that's got my nipples trapped. “Keep those eyes on me and whatever you do don't make a sound,” How can I possibly not make a sound when he's teasing my clit and finger-fucking me right now? As damn good as I'm feeling I bite back my moans and focus my gaze on his blue eyes that are still icy with anger. “If you hate Virgins so much then why are you still doing this to me?” My voice was normal until the end when I half moaned out the rest of my sentence and the dragon didn't look pleased that I even spoke at all.

Because in my eyes, she is perfect. Looking at her now and the dragon that lives inside her, I realized that. "Hello, mate," her dragon breathes, its gaze straight towards me I gulp. "Hello," I managed, thanking the goddess I didn't produce anything close to a squeak. It leans forward and instinctively, I step back. Ava smiles and giggles as she watches my reaction. My eyes darting to her. "Her name is Valkerie," I shift my gaze, looking back at the dragon.

, I thought to myself. “You are their father!!! They are all you have of Catherine!! Of course, you are a mess. To be honest, you are handing it much better than I expected.”, said Beast, my dragon... Most dragons and other shifters have names for their other selves, my dragon never chose one. He simply said he was a Beast, and so it stayed and given the horrors of my past and present we had more than earned a very, very fitting name which stayed with us since dawn of time.

Davina bows. “Please no need to bow. I’m not like my father who expects those old gestures. Please, call me Aspen, I am honored to meet the silver dragon that survived The Day of Sorrow. I’m sorry about your thunder.” Davina turns to me not having heard the term. “He means your pack love. A group of dragons is called a thunder.” “Oh I did not know that. How are the dragons doing in your realm?”

The most docile has always been the water dragon, while the most dangerous is the fire. Most subtypes of dragons are too many that there is no way to give them a name as the dragons are all too different. However, there is one subtype of fire dragon that first appeared around 500 years ago. It is called a Fury dragon, there have been many fire dragons that show the exact same strengths and weaknesses, and therefore were able to be put into their own subtype. Fury Dragons are not very common, most are killed in fights among their own at a young age. They are named for their extreme temper.