Celestial Dragons Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry for your loss. It sounds like you really miss him." "Dreadfully. My Raiden. My soul. My mate." I had heard Thane say that once before. "Mate?" She blew out a heavy breath. "Life partner. Chosen by our dragon counterpart. Dragons are sterile before they choose their mate." "How is mating different than sex?" The words fell out of my stupid mouth before I could stop them. "Nevermind." My face was red hot, and nothing slipped by Katarina's intense gaze. She arched an elegant brow. "What are your motives with my son, Evelyn?"

Elder Michael said. “Of course Elder,” Megan said and stood up. I wasn’t permitted to go with her so I waited with Felix while Megan left with all three Elders into an adjoining room and I could feel the moment Kaida separated from Megan. She was a beautiful dragoness, silvery white in colour and about half the size of Abeloth, which made her a tad smaller than a violet dragon.

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

“I can’t transform completely in these chains…they block my ability to turn completely.” “W-What do you look like then? I mean when you’re in your other, form?” She couldn’t leave the safety of the wall as she stared at him. Not until she knew everything about what he was. “In your world, the Tryns are called demons.” She nodded, her mouth drying, and any words stuck in her throat. “On Earth, we Renjerians are known as dragons.” The cell spun and she sagged against the wall. Images of fire-breathing reptiles devouring virgins and maidens that were sacrificed beat at her. And she was carrying his child.

As she was about to speak, she heard the footsteps of humans and the batting of wings from above. “It’s time” Alec’s mind was blown by the other archdragons and their magnificent forms, the earth dragon was a majestic golden brown color, like sand kissed by the sun, but Alec noticed the slight distain from the earth dragon as he walked Alec acting as if he was not there. The water dragon was a shining shade of azure blue; just looking at him was calming, he seemed to be the friendliest, he nodded slightly when he noticed that Alec bowed just a bit. Last but not least was the air dragon, he was as white as the clouds in the sky above, Alec could feel he was a little guarded but nonetheless he

Holding up a hand towards the floating seals, a burst of blue flames shoots from his fingers and engulfs the seals. "Is that..." He nods. "Dragon flames. The seals can only be destroyed by my flames," he replies, and I nod. "You could have destroyed them one after the other," I point out, and a smile ghosts over his lips. "It's more efficient this way. Besides, I lose a ton of energy each time I use the flames," he says. The intensity of the flames increases and the seals begin to glow brighter. Then, in an instant, they all turn black and begin to disintegrate into fine dust on the floor.

Jennifer said while Zac grunted in agreement. How come they couldn’t hear his voice? How come it was only her? The dragon slowly transformed into a bulkier man with long shaggy hair that reached his waist. He was tan and his clothes were almost like ancient robes when Demetrius celebrates it festivals. “The dragons have felt Elijah Trueblade’s power. He must have been somewhere around here. But here I am, meeting his aide… and his lover that should have died a long time ago.” Her three companions turned to her in shock. Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward.

On the seventh day, the witches unleashed their final guardian — The Hollow Star, a cursed celestial beast born from dead moons and bound to the covens for centuries. Drakonios faced it alone. He shed his human form, his body igniting into a dragon of pure light and molten stone. His wings spanned the horizon. His roar split the very veil of Velmorra. He fought the Hollow Star in the sky — a battle of light and shadow, of gravity-defying magic and flaming fury. The heavens rained meteors. The mountains cracked. Entire rivers evaporated from the heat. On the ninth day, the veil lifted.

He had no doubts she was his chosen mate. Alicia climbed up on Corithias’ neck and grabbed ahold of the feathery appendages that came out from the spikes on his spine. Corithias raised up on his powerful back legs and pushed off as he spread out his wings and took off. Alicia giggled as they soared up into the sky. Antoine shot up at the dragon, but missed, and he quickly ascended into the sky with Alicia on his back.

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?”