Beautiful Moon Dragon Novels & Stories

"Don't remind me, yesterday was the first time I saw you in control. Your wolf didn't want to kill him" "Ivan is my childhood friend, I won't kill him. I was just mad" Skylar mumbled. Shailyn poked her arm. "Why are you rouse, pup?" "Do you know what a blue moon is?" She consulted, staring at Shailyn, watched as the fairy nodded. "A red moon represent the rise and fall of the Lycan Alpha King, a blue moon represent the rise of the King's Queen, Luna of all magical creatures" Skylar fluttered her eyes, frowning in complication. "I don't get it"

Then the clouds came. The second the sun was hiding behind the clouds, the loudest shriek Liam had ever heard in his life erupted from behind him. He turned, but he was too slow. A figure in a black cloak had grabbed him and lifted him a solid foot from the ground. It’s hands were cold, clammy, and strong. Liam struggled to breathe, crying out in pain. He could feel his neck being crushed under the weight of this...creature’s...strength, and he kicked and struggled as hard as he could. Liam could hear the sounds of the townsfolk fleeing, knocking over chairs and each other to get away from the cloaked figure. Liam took a second to look into it’s eyes, determined to see who was attacking him.

She’s been fighting alone for a long time. She glanced back to her enemy, who had been looking at her. The sketch and the person in front of her weren’t really similar. Here, he was clothed like a human, his eyes were as the dragons, fierce and void. He possessed a long and spiky dragon tail. Two matching horns on top of his Sacramento green hair, and some uneven scales on his temple, on his hands, and likely on his feet. The bloody moon had been a known weakness of the dragons. It was where they temporarily lose their ability to shape-shift, and because of that; It forces them to hide in the forest in the meantime, even if this significant day had increased their strength.

Then finally, with a hoarse roar, she breathed out a blazing flame. Leila was crushed. She lifted her head to the dark, velvety sky. Then, she saw the Dragon Moon. Among the sea of stars, the orb was dyed a deep, crimson red.

The moon was full the night Thelma dreamt of blood. It was the kind of night where everything whispered. The air seemed to carry secrets and the trees danced to a wind that had no rhythm. Thelma lay still in bed, Saint curled beside her, his tiny hands tucked beneath his cheek. The cold of Britain did not reach her; her dreams were warmer, yet not comforting. They were too alive. Too loud. She saw flames. Not just fire, but blue fire, licking the skies like it had a mind of its own. And in its heart, a dragon—not just any, but one with scales that shimmered like obsidian and eyes that carried her reflection.

The molten dragon loomed before them, a swirling mass of fire and shadow, its scales glinting with molten gold and deep crimson. Its roar rattled the mountains, shaking loose fragments of rock that clattered down the jagged slopes. The air shimmered with heat and raw magic, the pulse of the Veil vibrating through every stone and every heartbeat. Luna raised her hands, summoning the moons’ power. The Fallen Moon’s silver glow intertwined with the Moon of Tides, forming a radiant barrier around her and the team. Sparks of blue and gold danced along her arms, ready to strike back at the molten serpent.

Using a spell to heighten my sight, I cast my eyes across the sky, looking for any sign of him. “Listen to me! I know you can fight it!” I screamed into the midnight sky. My attention was drawn to the full blood moon, which seemed larger than normal. It almost looked as if the moon were moving toward the earth and would crash into us. That is when I noticed the shape of a dragon at the center of the moon.

"You think you’re here to exploit a weakness. But look closer, Kael." I didn't reach for my blade. I reached for the air itself. I called upon the Moonveil energy—the deep, cold, crystalline power that had been dormant for three millennia. I pulled it from the earth, from the river, and from the very marrow of my bones. The bridge exploded with white, silver light. It wasn't an explosion of heat; it was an explosion of presence. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sovereignty. The silver light wreathed my body, lifting my hair, turning my eyes into twin pools of liquid mercury.

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

Cilyna's mother began. The full moon's silvery glow shines down as a spot light on a pure white wolf with golden eyes that glowed with the magic of the moon goddess. She leaned down to get a drink from the cold steam and suddenly noticed a pair of eyes standing behind her in the reflection from the water. The white wolf eases closer and she slowly turns to face this beautiful creature hoping for the best. The golden eyes piercing glare lasted only a moment before the wolf started growling. The girl resembed the moon goddess that cursed her and the girl's face sent the beast into a frenzy.