Celestia Dragon Novels & Stories

Jackson, leaning forward with keen interest, interrupted, “Does it happen instantly? Or does it take time?” Shaking his head with a mysterious expression, Dragon replied, “There’s no fixed rule. Sometimes, the feeling is immediate and powerful. Other times, it’s gradual, like slowly discovering a missing piece of yourself.” But Jerry, not entirely satisfied with the answer, gave Dragon a challenging look. Suddenly, he asked a question that was like a stone dropped into still water: “And you, Dragon? Who is your mate?”

She wasn’t going to like what I was about to tell her. “Yeah,” I let out a breath, knowing that I needed to tell her what had happened. “She, umm, she claimed Kaida and Kaji.” “Claimed?” Cass tilted her head to the side, her hand coming up to her lower lip. Her fingers brushed against my claim and it shot a thrill of white-hot need straight up my spine. My balls tightened and I had to fight down a moan. “I thought that only dragons could claim a human.” “When it’s fate. That is when the Gods made that person for a dragon. They can claim them. She’ll never want to be away from them. They’ll always be able to find her. Cass, I'm sorry.”

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows - a towering, omnipotent being known as the Celestial Architect, with skin that shimmered like the stars and wings that seemed to be crafted from the very fabric of reality. "Welcome, Dynaris," the Celestial Architect said, its voice like the music of the spheres. "I have been waiting for you. I am the guardian of the ancient dragon throne, and the keeper of the secrets of the universe." The Celestial Architect regarded us with a piercing gaze, then nodded its great head. "You have passed the trials and proven your worth. Now, you must face the final challenge: to claim the throne and unlock its secrets." With that, the Celestial Architect stepped

At that moment, a ball of fire and a wave of Galeat Wind emerged under the influence of the dazzling lights. “A Caeloros God isn’t that special after all!” The ball of flames instantly erupted with a purple-gold flame dragon, rushing at Yefrenes with lightning speed. Yefrenes raised her hand and shot out a Caeloros Light to collide with the dragon. The dragon roared as it was devoured by the Caeloros Light. However, a gush of Galeat Wind instantly followed. “Even if you’re a Caeloros God, you’ll have to lose today!”

Kylie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all, Delores was speaking of dragons, beings that were so powerful that their mere presence in her world was enough to tip the scales of war. A dragon was not something that could be easily ignored, and she doubted that the entire world of Beastmen put together could even put up a fight when faced with a dragon. Besides, one of the greatest Beastmen clans had a dragon as their descendants; yet Delores was referring to them like she did insects.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

Unfortunately, it also began to push closer to Leah and Leesa. Leah’s gravest fear was being realized as she watched the fireball move nearer. While her Power might be a match for most dragons, Baalgur was not just any dragon. He was the Dragon Lord, the embodiment of the most powerful evil anywhere in this world. Even with Leesa’s magic augmenting her Power, she simply could not match Baalgur’s might.

Tristan stared at Bow with furrowed brows, wondering what Nagadras were, and so he asked Lewis beside him. “Sea dragons, from what I’ve heard before,” Lewis answered. “They have a serpent’s body … extremely long and massive. They’ve lived since the Age of Dragons … and perhaps a few have survived until now.” “I’ve never seen a single dragon in my entire life,” Tristan muttered not to Lewis, but to himself. Lewis stared at him in disbelief. “Really? Then you must see Draconos Isles … it’s where the dragons have lived for thousands of years. I hear they even have a world of their own in a different dimension.”

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

Sergeant Miller dragged a militia member with a corroded wound backward. I took a deep breath. We could not retreat. I took off my jacket and stood bare-chested on the highest point of the reef. At that moment, I pushed the Dragon Lord talent to its limit. Golden light surged from my chest and spread through my blood vessels across my body. Faint scale patterns appeared on my skin, and my eyes turned into vertical pupils. Half-dragon form, unlocked ahead of schedule. "Break." Golden pressure swept outward from me like a tangible storm.