Coiled Dragon Novels & Stories

The dragon roared in both pain and anger, snapping its melting noseband and shattering it into hailstones that plummeted to the ground. Temujin silently prayed that he was right. As a general rule, the heart of an elongated dragon lay about one third to one fourth of its body length down from its head. The only exception to this rule was the Ōmukade or Centipede Dragon of the Southlands, which had a tubular heart that stretched through each body segment.

I stepped out carefully, and then walked slowly over to the Candle Dragon. It was fairly small, and a glowing, crystal-like white in colour. It was inlaid with delicate carvings, all of which looked like tribal patterns and intricate artwork. It depicted the elements: flame, wind, sea, and mountains. In its centre was a thick pillar candle. I wanted to wonder why, exactly, it was called the Candle Dragon, but I let the thought dissipate. I needed to keep my mind clear.

"My sister’s a Diremage." Pete's face twisted in shock, and he tried to seize control again, his power snaking out toward Thrystan. But Thrystan moved with raw, unyielding strength, his body pushing forward despite the force trying to pin him down. Fiery darts shot from his hands, striking Pete with searing precision. "Now let her go!" Thrystan roared once more, this time crafting the legendary dragon coil from flame—a writhing, serpentine beast that wrapped itself around Pete, tightening with deadly intent.

He’d been watching intently, almost with a human mind. The three heads waved around and snaked in the air while the big scaly beast-balls tightened up. The dragon worked its own rod in circular motions, pumping it, and with one furious growl it shot its load, spurting his thick dragon-spunk again, all over the pair, soaking them in his goo. They got completely covered.

He carefully entered his bath bowl full of cold water and shivered, the coldness helped him a little bit. The cruelty about the double estrus was that except for one's true mate, it was quite picky on who to mate with. Drake could mate with five female dragons and the symptoms would still persist, it was a gamble and Drake didn't want to do that. He wanted to remain faithful to his true mate until he found her.

Not in a thousand centuries. My hands dance along the hard yet brittle shells of my little ones and I watch in joy and amazement as little lights within shine in response--Three new celestial dragons, each one unique, curled up inside their temporary confinement, their small talons stretching to touch the walls, so close to emerging. Any moment now they’ll begin tapping on the shells, forcing their little clawed hands outward as they press, kick, and bite their way out.

“What is that smell?” “Lizard. Komodo dragon to be specific. But there’s also Lycan, water dragon, and fire dragon. Two fire dragons, one with the Komodo dragon and one with a Lycan. The Lycan and water dragon is female,” he says. “The winged Lycan girl,” I say nodding. I’m filtering through the scents as he talks them through with me, trying to decipher them as he is. “There’s a very strong Lycan and fire dragon scent over here,” I tell him.

“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

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?”

I hope, like the last three times he went out, that he comes home without an egg. There are six colors of dragons – the rarest are the golden queens. They are the most powerful of all dragons. Their mates are primarily the formidable silver dragons, known for their speed, agility, and power. But there are also bronze dragons, always males, who, in rare instances, are strong enough to mate with a queen. Then there are green dragons who are also male and red and blue dragons, which are always females, and usually mate with green or bronze dragons. I hate the practice of hunting dragon eggs. Dragon riders are rare, exceptionally rare. However, those who become dragon riders have the power and s