Book Dragon Novels & Stories

It's a beautiful sight. "Wow," Arianna lips hung. Brigid cleared her throat continuing to read. "Pyrrhos, by contrast, was a realm of fire and might, governed by the Dragon Goddess Drakora. Her chosen, the Ouroboros, bore crescent marks on their necks, with silver hair and eyes as bright as molten flames. These warriors commanded the power of fire, bonded to majestic dragons who soared through blazing skies.” Arianna heart stopped. What the hell?!

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

"Yes, my king." Standing from his throne, Toban walked towards the general. Gripping his black cape, Toban walked down the large steps to the small landing where the general stood. Adverting his gaze from Toban's, the young man continued. "That's not the only news I have." "Go on." Toban's voice echoed off the stone walls, causing the young man to lick his dry lips. "She is a Dragon Rider." Stopping in front of his general, Toban tilted his head. "She's a what?" He asked in shock.

“In Akyaka’s realm of olden days, a dragon’s tale in twilight haze, From fiery mountain’s hidden space, an egg was stolen, a daring chase. Molten lava, wild and bold, birthed a dragon, stories told. Burning flesh, a bone dragon formed, crawling up, its wings adorned. Evil, born in shadows’ birth, in quest of kin, it roams the earth. Devouring souls, a desperate cry, villagers succumb, beneath the sky. A warrior bold, on fiery steed, with a horse of valor, matching speed.

Then, I will force it to bond with me. The net is made of metal. It’s heavy enough to keep a dragon grounded and it’s fire-proof. It’s perfect for capturing a dragon. Kenneth mentioned that there were two silvers, but everyone knows that only one is bonded. That leaves a silver for me to capture and bond with. However, if that’s not possible, I’ll take a bronze. Any dragon will make me stronger, even a green. But what I really want is that queen. I lost a lot of men trying to get that egg. Her mother was an incredible fighter, and I would have loved bonding with her, but she was too wild. She had to die.

Mahogany curves yielded fraction traitor, full lips parting gasp as he hauled me onto his lap, bespoke wool grinding against silk thighs. "Mine," he growled against my throat, teeth grazing pulse point sharp enough to mark without breaking skin. Dragon tattoo burned hot under my palms, shoving half-hearted, athletic frame arching into the friction despite fury coiling. Power imbalance hummed electric—his to command, mine to submit or shatter.

"Your mom? She brainwashed me, not just that she wants Kade to suffer at the hands of a filthy dragon!" At this point his was moving closer to the twins and he has to do something before the two two man barely holding their shit together, flip. Burning the weak chains, the metal denatured and freed the man. "HI... We are yet to formally introduced. I am Brandon, the dragon, the father of the fetus you just tried to end and Kade's fated." The monster laughed turning his back on his daughters. "The spine and audacity you have, beast! Your kind should have been wiped out by the weak destroyed many years ago."

Maybe that was why he was no longer with his tribe. The gigantic dragon’s head leaned forward, its snake-like neck curving majestically so one side of its eye could meet mine. Creed’s natural dark eyes with a hint of amber flickered back and forth from his dark fired ones. Only one word could describe this dragon, the same as Creed. Beautiful.

I say. “I had no idea,” Flavius responds. “Alira plays a major part in dragon culture. Anyways back to the story, I was going to tell,” I laugh at myself for getting distracted. He nods, urging me to continue. "Thousands of years ago, before dragons or humans walked the Earth, there was a goddess, Alira. Alira was the goddess of war, fire, and wrath. Though she was powerful, she was also lonely and jealous; many of the other gods had created their own races to live on earth, such as the fae and the elves. Alira wanted the creation of her own. Thus, she made dragons. She was very proud of her creation, as the dragons were everything that the other races were and more; they were beautiful, str

he said calmly. Satisfied, Tamera nodded and turned back toward Lance. “Now the dragon comes.” Lance made exaggerated stomping sounds as he pushed the dinosaur across the carpet. “The dragon approaches the kingdom,” he said in a deep, dramatic voice. “He is very large. Very dangerous. And—” “—very hungry,” Tamera added helpfully. Lance grinned. “Yes, exactly. Very hungry.” She leaned forward, completely absorbed in the story. “What happens now?” Lance shrugged.