Coiling Dragon Novels & Stories

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.

“Who are you? And why do you disturb my slumber?” A deep mature female voice resounded in the chamber. Matthew got a good look at Cobalt. She was lindwurm type dragon with a long flat tail like a crocodile’s. Her arms were webbed and had fins on the side. She had deep blue eyes and frills on her cheeks. She also had three horns on top of her head that curved to the back. The scales on most of her body were dark blue from her spiked spine and became lighter as it went to her under belly until it was white. Upon better look, Matthew noticed that she had gills behind the frills.

Powering on the laptop took a lot longer than I expected, and then I got to researching. Bonding- the God, Dalion, wanted to give more protection to the creatures that he created by binding two people’s souls to each other. This is an unbreakable connection to enhance the power that is given to the Mythicals. In this connection the mark changes to show what dragon was bonded to one another. If a Mythical somehow bonds with a non-Mythical, The mark evolves into a dragon that curls itself around the shadow of a human. Slamming the laptop shut, I huff out a breath and wonder what the hell I just read. Unbreakable? What does that mean? I’m stuck with this random guy for my whole life?

Laziel shook his head quickly, clutching at my sleeve, “I don’t know. It looked like it was a snake, or maybe a dragon, but it was an animal, it was coiled around something. I couldn’t look at it for long.” I froze. A dragon or a snake which was coiled around something? Could it be the snake coiled around a rose insignia? If it was that, then… That man who is after me, could they be in the same organisation. What's the coincidence that I would also meet someone else who has some sort of connection to that underground group? Or was this even a coincidence at all? The artist’s pencil slowed as he added the final touches, then turned the pad toward us, bringing me out from my thoughts, “Like th

A male's cock sheath is his only vulnerability in dragon form. From the corner of my eye, I see Henry running and leaping over burning bodies. With a large club in his hands, he launches from the stairway and somehow manages to land on Drakon's back. It's my chance. Drakon spins and tries to dislodge him. I charge in low and avoid his tail. My forward momentum allows me to slide the last few feet to try to get under him.

Screams sounded in the cave, and more and more masters died in the chaotic battle. "Hahaha, those who dare to become my enemies, I will kill you all!" The first master who obtained the long spear with coiling dragon patterns was almost invincible. He had killed countless masters who tried to snatch his spear in succession. He was covered with blood and looked like a Killing God. He thrust out his spear. However, the shadows of coiling dragons suddenly disappeared.

Sylar walked up to me and opened the bottle up. "This is catnip. Dragons are sort of like cats, big cats. This stuff will make any angry dragon calm and relax with a huge smile on it's face. You can give him a pinch of this to play with when he's angry, hard to handle, or misbehaving. You should keep this on you at all times. I should warn you though that older dragons get too happy from this and it'll drive them to want to mate so make sure you don't give this to him when he's older because it won't work. Trust me, you don't want to see a dragon in his mating season. That's where a typical dragon is depicted. Hoards of treasure, possessiveness, dominance, fire, massive size, a huge bed to g

It made him panic. Darryl cracked a smile when he noticed White Tiger King’s flustered expression. "White Tiger King, this is called the Trap Dragon Thorn. These Trap Dragon Thorns were specially invented by humans to deal with the Green Dragon clan. Once being stabbed, any powerful dragon will inevitably lose the ability to fly. I believe it is very painful. Even the Green Dragon clan could not bear the torture of the Trap Dragon Thorn. Would you like to try it?” Darryl said slowly to make himself clear as he had a relaxed expression on his face.