Constello Dragon Adventures Novels & Stories

Elyria’s POV I knew exactly what had happened. It was the dragon blood in me. Right before the coronation, Mother and I had been talking about it, and she had been willing to teach me everything she knew, but she was snatched away from me just like that. Right now, though, I had no choice but to play dumb in front of Charles. He still had a panicked look on his face from where my skin had burned him, and I didn’t know what to say at first, but I knew I had to come up with something.

The animals run and fly around the room before dissolving. Taran smiles, “Can you make a dragon?” I smile, “I will try.” I think about Taran in his dragon form. Finally, I push out the ball of pink smoke from my hand as a dragon forms. It flies around the room and exhales pink smoke. I hold out my hand, letting it land on me. Taran sticks out his finger to touch it, only for the dragon to snap at him. “I’m sorry,” I quickly say while dissolving the dragon by waving my other hand.

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.

The chains rattled as they quickly shot toward Desmond! Desmond scoffed, "Brat, don't think you can stand up to me just because you have a little bit of skill!" The roar of a dragon could be heard from behind Desmond's back, "Dragon Conqueror!" His hands started to form golden seals that quickly fused into nine dragons that danced in the air!

132 The afternoon at the villa felt deceptively peaceful. Sunlight filtered through the tall open arches, warming the stone floors and the low cushions scattered across the sitting terrace. Beyond the railing, the distant mountains shimmered in soft haze, their peaks lazily drifting between sky and cloud. Connor squealed with delight as he launched himself tiny wings beating furiously from Max’s outstretched arms toward Brie. Halfway across the space, his form shimmered and collapsed inward, wings vanishing as he tumbled into her lap as a giggling baby instead of a dragon.

It grabbed the dragon, which thrashed about and roared. It had trained for thousands of years! It could have won against a human Earthly Celestial! Even they knew to respect it. The last time Saint Conculium had come, the dragon had exhaled some of its mystique energy just so he could fuck off and leave it alone. It had never been caught like a toy to be made a pet! It roared, and the water began to boil. Water-type mystique energy rose as tidal waves as the dragon controlled it. They became water dragons sprouting out of the lake and toward Logan as the dragon itself struggled out of Logan's hold.

This is something else I know nothing about and it would all be much easier if I had a way to get answers. I continue flying and notice two large shapes looming in the distance. They're dragons. As I draw closer, I see the larger one is red and the smaller blue. I believe the red dragon is the young one who came with his parents two weeks ago and wanted to know what made me so special. Perfect. They turn their attention my way and follow me as I head for a large field below me to land.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

Elton. With Brendan, it hadn’t been fire, but- heat. Darla tilts her head. Her eyes catlike and rounded with golden spheres feel as though they might burrow themselves under Alcina’s skin, and straight through to her very soul if she gazed for long enough. “You know,” Darla says conversationally. She steps closer to Alcina. “Some of the legends on dragons...they say, that dragons are fire.” Alcina blinks.

And when she told them, they saw that her skin was now dry and scaly. “Cara are you okay?” Amelia asked her. The dragon tried to take advantage of the fact that she was distracted once more and it swerved at her. Adelia was there with her sister this time as she controlled the air to throw it back. Not giving the dragon time to recover, she sent her threads flying at it and Amelia did the same. They were hoping that their threads would be enough to do the trick. “Cover its mouth,” Amelia yelled to Adelia and her sister immediately got to work sending her threads to the hydra’s mouth. The dragon might have been powerful but it was dumb as it didn’t think before attacking.