Celestial Dragons Novels & Stories

Slowly my eyes rose, and the sight would have dropped me to the floor if King Tohrah been holding me so tightly. In the violet hue of the lunar planet, shapes were gliding through the sky. Shapes that were absolutely impossible to be in the sky. Dragons. The sky was filled with dragons. "Oh my god," I whispered as I watched them swoop dive, and rise seemingly playfully. Several had locked talons and tumbled a bit, then broke apart and began flying again together. "Beautiful, are they not?" he asked me; the pride and awe in his voice inspired the same in me.

"You really don't know, do you? Every few thousand years, the personification of power appears in the mortal realm. All the imugi and gangcheori as well as all inferior dragons are gonna try to get their hands on it. That is what is causing this storm. The Dragons are gonna fight each other, causing a storm, sometimes a hurricane." Those species are sub-dragon species. Cai Kang thought. "Those children don't stand a chance. It will be a massacre before the yeouiju dies." "Yeouiju? Dies? The yeouiju is alive?" Fukuna asked. "So they are after the white pearl."

" For the world, dragons are creatures of ancient mythology, calling the wind and rain, going up to the sky and into the sea, omnipotent, supreme beings, a level above the immortals. The dragon named Tian Dang of the Cloud Mist Courtyard's Purple Emblem Realist was only a dragon soul, not a real dragon, and as for the dragon that was visualized by Xiao Chen's Dragon Yin Palm, it was even more of an imaginary image formed by the palm force. "Be careful, don't get too close."

Meanwhile, Miyu and Kazal stood side by side and looked up to the ceiling. “Do you sense what I sense, Miyu?” Kazal asked. Him staring at the wall might make him look like a mad man, however, what he was looking at is more than just a ceiling. “Yes, Sire.” Miyu answered. “A group of a dozen dragons are flying this way.” Kazal gritted his jaw. What timing. He felt like everything had become strange since the first time he discovered the sapphire. It was as if a curse had befell upon him.

The Cenotes, of Draconia were truly impressive. Killian had almost forgotten how mesmerising the place was the last time he had been here, and that was quite understandable, since it had been so long ago... but the Cenotes of Draconia were massive alright just as much as they were beautiful, housing over two thousand sea and air dragons, with emerald and aqua marine tinges here and there adding a glow to the place that was almost ethereal.

Even through the dome, Avi felt the power of their wingbeats, ancient, colossal dragons whose shadows stretched across the sky. Cain leaned in slightly. “Perfect timing,” he murmured. Avi swallowed hard. She’d never seen Grenons up close before. She’d heard stories of massive dragons who never shifted, older than half the structures in the city. Wise, territorial, and capable of firestorms that could melt steel. But tonight… they came in peace. A ceremonial tone rang across the plaza. Trace’s voice echoed over the speakers, calm and commanding: “People of Osca, As requested by our honored neighbors and protectors,

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

Lines of blood split across Andrew's body as his veins burst under the crushing weight of Dragon's Might. "Andrew!" Isabelle shouted in panic from outside. Still suspended midair, Ezekiel laughed viciously. "Andrew, today is the day you fall. Die for me!" Pain flickered across Andrew's face, yet his voice remained as calm as still water. "You celebrate too soon. There is only one true dragon in this world, and that is the Divine Dragon of Etharia. The Dragon's Cyclone, created by Mr. Sloan, originated from the Holtrien octagonal formation.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab