Celestial Dragons Novels & Stories

Destin resembled a fiery demon god amidst the purple flames. A second Mortal Celestial! Domitor, blood still trickling, guffawed maniacally. His psychic energy rolled into his surroundings as he pulled on the rich mystique energy. Four psychic dragons larger than before emerged from behind him. Domitor stepped onto one of the dragons and rose into the air. The third Mortal Celestial! The trio instantly raised their strength to the Mortal Celestial level. Their auras permeated the area and merged with the heavens, even affecting River Soma, making it churn.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

[Carnelia] What does one say when they are in the presence of someone who is practically a deity? I don’t know what I was expecting when I met Primus’ mother. I knew she was a Star Fire Dragon, a Celestial Star Fire Dragon to be precise, but I didn’t know what that meant. Celestial dragons are as different from terran dragons as light is to mud. They live on a separate plane, not just in the sky, but somewhere above and beyond. They leave their home so rarely that sightings of them flying by are exceptionally rare.

“What is that thing?” Cedric was a knowledgeable person but what he saw above him left his mouth agape. And he could not close it for a long time. Never had he felt such shock in his entire life. What came into sight was the image of nine giant dragons pulling a coffin. It was at least hundreds of miles away, above the earth’s atmosphere, but he could see clearly those dragons because they were that huge. The nine colossal silver dragons were emanating dazzling silver light all over while pulling a large bronze coffin.

He lifts his head up and blows fire into the sky. Banari, not to be outdone and hoping for another female in his harem, reaches his hand down and pulls the dirt up from the ground. “Earth dragon,” she says, looking impressed. She looks at Galeus and he blows fire into the air as well. It’s about all he can do, since his komado dragon is more dominant, but she seems impressed with him as well. Then she turns to me. “How about you? What can you do?” “Truda doesn’t have any dragon in her,” Galeus says. “But she shifts into a perfect lioness.”

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

"By my decree, Balke from Tri Celestial Island shall be honored with the title Dominus Noster Divum. He shall be entrusted with the warfare, sky and soil, north and south, and the Nine Heavens Ten Lands." "By my decree, Libra shall be honored with the title Dominus Noster Vacuus. He shall be entrusted with the void, thunder, punishment, the ascent of all practitioners, the stability of timelines, and the safeguarding against extraterrestrial invasions." With those pronouncements, another golden dragon emerged, elevating Balke and Libra to new heights of celestial power. Their gratitude echoed through the hall, and Severin proceeded to confer more titles on the other quasi-royal celestials.

She asks Loras while he still holds her in his arms, looking at the source of the light and taking small steps back. "You did it..." He answers. "What?" She asks again, confused. He points up at the sky and Astrid sees Dracos flying in circles above what looks like a head of a dragon forming from the light. The sun is almost down when the dragon fully emerges from the egg and the light dims down to nothing. Astrid watches in disbelief as two magnificent beasts fly above them. One playful and one cautions. "It's not a baby dragon?" She asks, looking around like this other dragon just happened to be around and the dragon that just hatched would be lost in the field's tall grass.

Like for example the scroll, an objective only` heard about but on the Lord Dragons possess. Kade has been to sanctuary, the land of dragons. Dragons never interact with outsiders but at a rare chance they might be mates, it is said they are possessive and be borderline caveman. On the arch gate in bold letters creatively framed along with burnt tips reads dragon clan sanctuary.

I step closer to him until the firelight reflects in my scales. “You mistake comfort for strength,” I say quietly. The circle falls silent. “We are dragons,” I continue. “Apex creatures forged in flame and storm. We ruled both realms once because we were meant to.” “And the fae?” someone asks. “They understood hierarchy.” “Until the Madrigals,” another mutters. “Yes.” Madrigals. Half-blood bridges. Living compromises. They were meant to be tools. Instead they became symbols. And symbols are far more dangerous. I pace slowly around the fire pit.