Coiling Dragon Novels & Stories

Quintus urgently reminded, “We need to go all out. These are that young man’s Primordial Spirits. They’re likely stronger than the Daeclon Mahayana. Should we become ensnared, our demise is certain.” As he spoke, the cauldron above Quintus's head began to spin rapidly, emitting countless strands of purple-blue light that converged into nine strands. They merged directly into the nine ice dragons that were entwined with one of the black dragons, causing them to swell to three times their size, their roars intensifying, their power tripling instantly. Despite the relentless onslaught, the black dragon maintained its ferocity, and its roars were accompanied by violent thrashing. However, they s

The one my mother told about in the story. Seeing the diamond graffiti written in dark red liquid on its temple, I know it was that dragon. The vetrik Jihn drakon. Its chest began to appear red as if the beast swallowed tons of coals on its throat. Its eyes glowed dark while its huge snout began to open in what seemed to be prepared to release something.

Waiting, suspended in perfect, utter stillness. They hear it, then: a quiet, but unmistakable crack. It is surreal and strange and unlike any animal egg Brandon has ever known before, to witness. A baby dragon does not chip away repeatedly at the shell of its egg like all other creatures do, he learns, then. It does not feebly peck at the shell to crack it in bits and pieces, nor does it struggle to clamber out of its egg thereafter with unsteady legs. No, Brandon learns. A baby dragon, as young as it may be, is nonetheless a dragon.

kill her. She opened her eyes and saw the creature looking back at her. He didn't look angry anymore. Then, the Princess looked down. The dragon's cock was fully erect. She felt an instant fire building inside of her. Somehow she knew that this thick and long appendage was designed for her; it was a primal instinct that had been dormant all of her life. This was her true destiny! Before Anais's astonished eyes, the Princess crawled closer to the dragon and delicately grabbed his cock, like the most cherishable gift she had ever received. She looked at it for a moment and then licked it with a little hesitation; not because she didn't want to do it but because she wanted to do it right. The

It was the place where she felt she belonged, now and forever. "You know, in old times, and I mean old times like before my parents… Middle Ages, and even before that, there was a handful of cases when dragons were mated to other species. Plus, there is something about pure dragon couples that makes them infertile for the better part of the century. That's partly the reason why there's so little of us in the world. And most of the living dragons are now very old. Some of them never had kids…

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.

We’d have to use some other form of magic. When the female lifts her body, I begin counting. She begins a loud keening sound and the huge white dragon turns his head to croon at her. The eggs are tucked relatively close together. I have to stop and start counting several times while the female shifts and moves, careful not to step on her eggs. When I finally count the ones that are there, I smile. Twenty. There are twenty eggs, including the strange one that looks like it’s encased in glass. That’s enough for all of our ranked members and even our chosen elite to have a dragon. And she’s not even done yet. She’ll have at least twenty-one by the time she’s finished.

They were gliding through the sky and the smaller one widened her eyes as she touched the surface of the grass and then rolled forward as she stumbled and fell. “Oops!” she said loudly and stood up straight as she folded her wings behind her back. “Abeloth,” the bigger one said and bowed her head. “Scylla,” Abeloth said and inhaled her scent deeply. “Abigail,” Scylla said and dove into her with a force that set Abigail down on the grass. Abigail screamed as she merged with her dragon. “Mine … where’s mine?” the smaller dragon asked as she looked around. “Shae!” she yelled excitedly and bounded towards Shae.

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.

“Don’t mind him. He’ll behave.” “And I told you not to bring the dragons here. But you’ve brought both, and now I can’t do anything about it.” She looked behind her at where the second one stood waiting. That one was smaller than this red one, though not by much since she had to guess that both of them were close to ten meters from snout to tail. Slender and blue-green-scaled, with a strange peacock-like webbed frill bearing beautiful false eyes, this second dragon was far stranger and more ethereal than she had ever imagined one could look.