Beautiful Fantasy Dragons Novels & Stories

A colourful butterfly landed on her finger, the purple and pink pattern with touches of white was intricately designed. And then there were the beautiful humans and creatures that walked about oblivious to the intrusion from the outside world. Dragons of different colours and sizes, some were high up in the air, close to the sun. Raisel doubted now if that was the sun. It looked like a beautiful ball of vibrant flame of fire of some sort. The light from the fire reflected on the colourful dragons in the sky, casting off different colours of light down to the earth. The reflection of the colours bounced off clear surfaces. Some dragons barely moved about in their forms, much smaller dragons w

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

Farther still, across storm-choked seas, lay Drakonis. A land of scaled kings, where volcanoes bled fire and mountains roared with ancient thunder. Dragons ruled the skies—massive shadows blotting out the sun, their roars shaking the world. Beneath, basilisks slid through molten tunnels and hydras waited in frozen cliffs. Fire was Drakonis’s heartbeat, its rulers claiming dominion through fear. Yet even dragons bowed to the Accord, knowing unchecked rage would scorch every realm. And at the edges of everything sprawled the Obsidian Wilds—

His long coat moves softly around him as he crosses into this world, his bi-colored eyes immediately finding mine across the clearing. But he is not alone. Behind him— Others follow. Fae warriors step through the bridge in quiet formation, their movements graceful and deadly, armor shimmering faintly with ancient magic. And among them— Dragons. Not the dragons of Emberhold. These dragons carry the scent of the other realm, their wings darker, their presence heavy with the old power that shaped the world before the barrier was ever raised. They land along the edges of the clearing, watching everything carefully. The army behind my father is not large.

Raya’s eyes go wide before looking at my mother in panic. “Okay so Lily.. I understand now that you might have found out who we are.. what we are,” my mother begins to say, pausing as she tries to find the right words to say to me. “And I just want to tell you I did the best I could, leaving your father to be the best mom I could, and to raise you the right way. I am not sorry for it, however I guess you did have the right to know who and what you are, yes Lily you are a witch and dragon. You weren’t supposed to have a dragon you know.. female dragons are a dying species and the dragons magic is dying, male dragons are getting angry because they cannot produce anymore female dragons. They ar

“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”

"What?" Azalia couldn't believe her ears. Surely, she hadn't heard Melech right. "A dragony?" She repeated in a puzzled voice. "Nobody in their right mind would ride such a dangerous creature." Dragonies were small dragon-like creatures belonging to the Adom Kingdom. They were a dark orange colour, their wings and bodies covered with red scales strong enough to stop a blade. They were gorgeous but could breathe fire and had extremely sharp fangs and claws that could kill a man on the spot. Azalia would never dare approach one of those too close.

It’s a flaming bird. A phoenix. **I hope you’ve enjoyed Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon. This story will continue in Rise of the Phoenix, Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series.

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

Cory asked, perturbed. “The King and Queen request to speak with you both at once, Sir. So, I suppose your play time is over,” he teased without changing his expression. “Go on, get out of here, you big galoot! Tell them we shall be there shortly. And do not tell them where you found us,” Cory warned. Geoffrey whipped the wrap from his waist, transforming into his emerald green dragon. He wrapped the scarf around his foot using the opposite claw and took off, spreading his magnificent wings out. “He is a very beautiful dragon,” Alicia commented, watching him fly away. Cory felt a twinge of jealousy that she was admiring another dragon besides him, her mate. He stared at her with a frown, and