Coiling Dragon Novels & Stories

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

I am grabbed as I scream, telling her to stop. I watch in horror as her neck elongates and her head takes the shape of a dragon’s. Black feathers grow on her head in between golden horns. She leans back, throwing her arms wide as wings unfurl from her shoulder blades. She roars again, spitting fire into the sky.

I opened my eyes again and looked around. Baz was standing in front of me and Jennifer was still holding my hand. I squeezed her hand as she looked at me with big eyes. “We bow in your presence Typhon, father of all dragons and mightiest beast in all of the realms, we request the turning of this human so she may birth strong dragon children with her bonded half, her heart is pure and her intent is honorable,” Baz said. I saw the flickering of a black tail and then the great dragon came forward from the shadows as we all bowed our heads. He had a magnificent aura of power, almost suffocating me and I knew that I stood in the presence of the oldest dragon to ever live.

he muttered. Mason and Dale chuckled, but Drake was distracted. He was looking at the picture of the Dragon Relic, which was hung in the hallway. Dillon noticed what caught Drake's attention. "It's the picture of the Dragon Relic. My forefathers gathered that picture to take it away from the dragons. And every one of us knows how it ended" Dillon said. The Dragon Relic is something that looks like a huge glowing ball attached to an iron holder, which has one side look like an open palm, inside which is the ball placed.

Kurai said. “You misunderstand. He is still human, just special. He had already awakened his power which would slowly shed his weaker human form and enhance it but he is not a fully realized white dragon until he learns to transform into one. The dragons have reincarnated several times. The most famous in the White Dragon lineage is probably Queen Wonchang.” She said. They are all taken aback. “What does this all have to do with me and Kurai?” Cai Kang said.

I asked and he smiled as he slid a file across the table. I opened the file and looked at the information that he had gathered so far. It always surprised me how he was able to gather so much on people that tried to remain anonymous. The group consisted of a rogue lair of dragons, ten of them, and a pack of wolves, also ten of them. “I don’t see how they’re all working together,” I said as I read through the file. “They’re not actively working together, they have different bases of operations, each one keeping to themselves and selling the children to the vampire covens, you know they prefer the young ones,” he said.

He expected thinness, weakness, the scatter of a broken, leaderless circle. What he found instead made the cavern quake. The Circle was whole. The Circle was alive. The Circle was merged with something else. Something vast. Something powerful. Something draconic. Sereth inhaled so sharply the air crackled. “A dragon,” he hissed. “A dragon has bonded with it?” No. Not quite. A dragon had bonded with her. And she had bonded with the Circle. Sereth’s heart, the ancient thing that had not beat in centuries shuddered once, then again, then began beating steadily, painfully, powerfully. “A fusion,” he whispered. “Impossible. Forbidden. Perfect.”

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

"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.