Believers Imagine Dragons Novels & Stories

Elizabeth asks in terror. "Haha! Nah, they don't. They are just figments of the imagination, they only exist in fantasy books" she says with a mischievous smile. "But rumor has it that the mighty dragons persist to this very day. Some old folks believe that they are hiding in the shadows waiting for a chance to come back. A chance to come and eat you up!"Historia says as she grabs her sister by the arm. "Aaaaaaahh! Leave me alone! Mummy!" Elizabeth screams.

When Frederick sat beside her, she showed him the picture. Two dragons sat on opposite sides of a dark storm cloud. One dragon was purple, the other blue. Both had tears coming from their eyes. “They can’t find each other,” Mia explained sadly. “The storm is too big, and they’re both lost and scared.” “Tell me about the dragons,” Frederick said gently. “The purple dragon told the blue dragon they were family, but the blue dragon didn’t believe her. So now they’re both alone, and the purple dragon thinks maybe she was wrong about being family, and the blue dragon thinks maybe he was mean for not believing her.”

I scramble to my feet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me in any position that might suggest weakness. My thoughts are interrupted as Soren strides in, the embodiment of dark, intimidating allure. His presence alone commands attention, but it’s his news that freezes me in place. “There are dragons,” he starts, his voice as smooth and dangerous as a blade sliding from its sheath, “hovering above your brothers’ kingdoms. Waiting for my signal.” I blink, confusion momentarily pushing aside my anger. “Dragons? What does that have to do with me?” My voice is sharper than I intend, but I can’t help it. The idea is ludicrous, yet the earnestness in his gaze tells me he’s not joki

Wolves aren’t made for the sky. Within another few seconds we are soaring so far above the clouds, I can’t even see the ground anymore. Dear goddess, if you can hear me, please save me and allow me to land safely. As if the goddess is flipping me the bird (oh, the irony), I can hear several roars behind us. Which are undoubtedly the other men. Or should I say dragons. Oh f*ckkkkkkkkk. What the f*ck is happening today?! Who the hell knew dragons even existed?!

She told my mother she wanted to be the one to do that one last thing for him. “Yes. And you should know that her mate…” Imelda is interrupted by a loud screech echoing between the peaks of the mountains. When I look to the sky to see where the noises had come from, I stumble backwards in shock and awe. Two dragons are headed right for us. “Are you seeing that?” I breathe in disbelief. Uriel doesn’t answer with words, but I see him nod his head out of the corner of my eye. His chin is practically on his chest and he stares up at the mythical beasts just like I do. Obviously not so mythical. I didn’t think my sister was lying, but I don’t think I really realised until now, that when she said

I almost screamed as a deep voice entered my mind. “I'll deal with it. Get on, little one. Before I rip his head from his body and burn his corpse into nothing but ash.” I realized it was Ophir speaking. Dragons were powerful creatures and held such ancient magic. They had the ability to communicate with any shift they wanted to, any being they chose, through telekinesis. I immediately jumped onto Ophir, his scales warm to the touch.

The thick cloud of smoke was soon clearing away and much to Madam Secretary’s dismay and horror, the dragon was seen wafting away at the fumes, beating its wings very wildly and was soaring in the air, unscathed, without a single scratch from the hydrogen bomb. The fate of the planet was as good as sealed. The dragon was unkillable, withstanding a direct nuclear blast. Nothing could destroy it now. The world was in a state of quagmire and terror, plunged in a darkness of owing to the fact that the world was indeed ending and what more to ascertain these claims of the pilgrims jam-packed at Mecca or believers thronged at Vatican's St. Peter’s Square than a large indestructible dragon—the very

Ronald believed in names like the Dragon. A Dragon according to Anita is a mythical creature that is the strongest of the creatures in the Heavens and Earth. It is a creature that was born with the ability to spout fire, smoke, mist, and water from its mouth. There are some people in the world that believe that the Mythical Dragon also had the ability to create. Anita has always loved Dragons as a name and as a creature and it was one of her reasons to keep her dream. She was sure that one day she would be able to prove that they exist and that they aren’t just stories or fantasy made by the human’s brains of a writer.

He looked it over and smiled at Terry, "Welcome to the Black Dragon guild. I'm glad we were able to add two new members today." Hearing the guild's name, Terry looked slightly offended, "Why is your guild called the black dragon guild? Dragons are much stronger than humans in every way. Aren't you afraid of offending a dragon that might be passing by?" The man chuckled lightly, "Of course, we're not worried about dragons, they never leave their territory, and when they do, it's normally to visit Grancia or Welas. So why would a dragon come here? But I'm sure if a dragon did come here and start causing trouble, all our guild members combined could take it down, so there's no reason to worry."

In their people form they were average but once they turned to their dragons, the whole mountain could melt down. ‘They will act as a distraction. As the dragons burn them down, we will be sneaking in and looking for Ziss and Drakko.’ I said to Dante through our mind link. “This is making too much noise, it will draw the dragons out and they will burn your people.” Dante tried to explain again because he was too kind for his own good. I was ready to leave them there to bear the consequences. Why did we even care, they had a goddess on their side. She would probably freeze time and kill all the dragons in one instant like she had in the battlefield against the vampires.