Biggest Dragons In Fiction Novels & Stories

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

Just as long as you can fly, reach the dragon Knight level, and also have an element ability, then you can go. The Dragon King, his Greatness, Zack. He had twelve childrens, all which are female dragons. They are the beauty of all men. The first dragon Liz, was the smartest and bravest of all other dragons, and also she is the prettiest. Presently, two hundred thousand dragon men had asked for her hand in marriage, but she refused. His Greatness, loves Liz the most.

My children, the humans, can’t hurt us anymore; if anything, their weapons are big, scary toys that are more likely to scare their own people than hurt us. Nineteen dragons broke through the cloud cover simultaneously, their massive forms silhouetted against the Seattle skyline in a display that would forever change human understanding of their world. Fire dragons with scales like burnished copper, trailing smoke and flame. Storm dragons crackling with lightning that connected sky to earth in brilliant arcs. Ice dragons whose crystalline bodies refracted the city lights in prismatic displays. Earth dragons whose granite hides seemed to blend with the very architecture of the urban landscape.

“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.”

Creed looked up to the suns, basking in the rays shining down on his now shiny scales. “Are you kidding? I just stood up. Shouldn’t I walk first?” I backed up, only for my tail to bump into the ridged rocks behind me. “There isn’t enough space, and your body is now too large to walk back down the path,” Creed pointed out. I gasped, “are you calling me fat!?” I shook my head, now looking at how long my body actually was. I was massive, not as in fat but just, long, tall, and very lean. Creed’s dragon let out his fire, pointing it down the cliff.

Apollo shrugged, purposefully looking up at the sky when Cain gave him an incredulous look. “You brought three dragons to a festival with thousands of people.” I might’ve sounded a bit shrill, but I didn’t care. They were raised in a world where ghouls, sirens, and dragons were real, but in my head, they were the figments of fantasy novels and crappy CGI movies. I let out a nervous laugh, “tell me they’re the size of a golden retriever and not like in the movies…”

But there is a sect of Dragons, which are more powerful than the rest of the dragons, called the black Dragons, they still reside in fairy and their realm is bigger than the summer and winter realms joined together. In his quest to escape, Koni slipped in to that door way by mistake and fell in to the Dragon Realm.

It is said that as generations passed, the more powerful dragons became. They are prophesized to become the most powerful of all the creatures and shall rule the world in fire and blood. I immediately closed the books as I remember the recurring dream I had. Fire and chaos. Fire and blood. Arthur... was the one between it all. It's just... a mythology, isn't it?... There's no way it's true, right? I mean dragons... aren't supposed to exist. Aren't they?

He swiftly turned, confronting the path he just travelled, only to find the way barred by a monstrous figure. From within the embrace of shadows, two crimson eyes fixated on Caleb, they reflected an otherworldly light that pierced through the veil of the forest's dimness. Caleb tightened his grip on the bow, a silent challenge. The air thickened as the creature stalked forward, lessening the distance between them. A deep, resonant growl vibrated through the beast. A stray beam of light broke through the canopy, proving enough light that allowed Caleb to witness its true form—a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one was colossal, its fur as dark as the night sky, absorbing all the light that

Sam added softly, his hand firmly on my waist, ready to pull me away if needed. "Dragons?" I asked, my hand still latched to the body of my new friend. "Yes. They don't live in the demon realm, but there is a realm which is home to dragons. Reagan, the ruler, is said to be the largest recorded dragon ever. His tail alone spans 30 metres." Sam answered in my ear. "Wow." I murmured in amazement. "I'll take you there one day." Sam promised. My hand fell off the animal as I looked over my shoulder at his unfamiliar face. A face with a beard, bushy eyebrows, and full cheeks. His long, blonde hair floated to his waist, and he looked at me like he knew me.