Best Books About Dragons Novels & Stories

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.

I hate virgins, they cling and follow you around like a lost puppy which is why when I started the Dragon list I swore I'd never touch a virgin yet here I was watching Ms Jackson while she tried so hard not to roll her to the back of her head. “Eyes on me,” She looks up at me through her lashes. The smell of her arousal floods my nostrils. I clench my jaw and tighten the clamp around her nipples and she moans the sounds like music to my ears and makes me want to do things to her that the dragon doesn't do to women. When I created the dragons list I wanted to make every woman's fantasy come true and trust me I've had some crazy requests. I've never under any circumstances said no but the drag

Dragons described as gods in one text and tyrants in another. Truth, I was learning, depended heavily on who survived long enough to write it down. I searched for dragons too. Not the grand myths—I’d already skimmed those—but the quieter things. Social structures. Bonds. Politics. How dissent formed. How it spread. How it was buried when it became inconvenient. The whispers I’d overheard in the city clung to me like burrs. Structure shifting. Tradition under threat. Leverage. Those weren’t the words of people afraid of humans.

I state. “Well, then they aren't on her legs because she wears shorts all the time.” Dray points out. “They must be on her upper body. She never wears anything low cut and she doesn't show off her stomach.” Drake says. That would make sense, then. I tell them that until she shifts that these are only suspicions. I tell them that I doubt that her parents realized this and that she doesn’t know either. “Black crystalline opal dragons are rarely even mentioned when learning about dragons. Mainly because they are supposed to be a myth and since no one could ever prove or disprove the last one existed they get mentioned in the book but that is it.” I comment.

The family where women were worshipped as Durga (a female goddess), the eternal power. He had seen better days in his childhood but their family misfortune had landed them in this hell-hole called Dharavi. At that age, he didn’t understand the dealings of the grown-ups, but he had heard his mum and dad speak about getting cheated by their business partner. He had no idea of their business, no inkling of what the matter was and he didn’t care. Thinking about it would neither bring food nor money to him, so it was a mere waste of time.

Charlie said, “Old Master Lennard, you don’t have to be so courteous with me. There is no harm in speaking your mind.” Chandler said, “Although you have broken out of the dragon stranding predicament, getting back to the fate of the dragon that originally belongs to you is not the end! In the ‘Tales of Strange Matters’, it is recorded that it takes five hundred years to form a water dragon, a thousand years to form a dragon, and the dragon will turn into a horned dragon in five hundred years while a winged dragon would take a thousand years. This means that someone with the fate of a dragon does not really have the highest fate as there are still the horned and winged dragons above this.” Th

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Yarsii grinned and exhaled heavily, feeling a receding tremor of tension disperse through his body, and a silver fog dissipates before his eyes. “Actually, I was just trying to help you,” Erto muttered. “Well, thanks, maybe you can explain something - what do you know about dragons?” "Dragons," the Vistolet spoke measuredly. “The strongest and most powerful beings in all the worlds. Reasonable, while completely devoid of such feelings as pity, regret, mercy, kindness. These are absolutely indifferent and cruel creatures. Their food is the energy absorbed from the living and non-living. If the dragon enters a new world, then, as a rule, such a world dies. It doesn't stop until it completely d

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

Taran looks sad, “No, but something in me says to find my mother first. I want to know where they looked. The books aren’t completely accurate.” “Taran,” my voice is quiet. I want to learn more about dragons. What parts of the myths are authentic, and what are false? “Will you tell me what is true about dragons? I know about the first dragon and the stone. I want to know why you breathe fire. Are you made of fire? What do dragons eat? Are you born as a human or dragon? Since dragons are reptiles, wouldn’t they lay eggs? How did humans conceive dragons?”