Constello Dragon Adventures Novels & Stories

All from that live feed she took at the restaurant. “Yeah, can you believe it? The plan seems to have worked. The new video has gone viral and from what little I saw on the internet myself. They are calling the dragon Callie as in California’s coastal dragon.” Mitch laughed. “I like that. So, my dragon now has a name, much like the Loch Ness Monster, Nessie.” I walk up and put my arms around Mitch’s waist and look up. “Yeah, the only difference is this dragon is real and all mine.”

Then again, if the novel did become a game, what genre would it be? The dragon is really massive, and Clairmont wasn’t joking when he said that it’s one of the biggest dragon breeds in the world. I could see rows of hills at its back. This could become like Clash of Titans or something if not for the romance. There’s a reason why Clairmont was looking at that exact direction. It’s because the dragon’s location is somewhere in that direction. It was about… 20km(?) westward from Rustaval. “Miss Suna, Mister Clairmont!” A small voice called from afar, snapping me from my thoughts. We turned to the direction of the voice to see Mielle flying hurriedly towards us, her face is masked with pure hor

1 year later Vladimir and Red were visiting the castle. Elleanna was restless as she paced her office alone. This past year she had given Dracon another son. She named him Dracon Vladimir Fredrick Dragonia Jr. Everyone called him Dracon Jr or just Junior. He was about to be 1 year old and looked exactly like his mother, but had his father’s hair color. She sighed and then let out a frustrated growl. Something was wrong, but she didn’t know what. She let out a breath as she walked towards the office door. She walked to the ballroom and picked up her guitar and decided to play a song and sing along to it. The song she picked was Safe & Sound by Taylor Swift that featured The Civil Wars.

Grace said with her eyes sparkling. Smirking, Adro didn't deny that he and the allies he led were indeed great. Not many treasure hunters could come home alive. Most of them were roasted inside the treasure castles. "We only defeated small-sized dragons. There were much bigger and more deadly dragons that the witches couldn't even control." Adro’s explanation made Grace giggle. "Listening to your story feels like listening to my dad when he read me fairy tales as a child." Smiling back at Grace, Adro replied, "Is that so?"

It floods through the air. It floods through me. My wounds burn. Then begin to close. Malrec notices immediately. His eyes flash with furious disbelief. “No,” he breathes. “Yes,” I growl. I surge upward with renewed strength, throwing him back across the terrace. He crashes through the remains of another pillar and rolls across the ancient stone floor before regaining his footing. For a moment we circle one another. Two dragons standing in the center of a dying empire. Above us the bridge blazes like a star.

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

The air within the Pleasure of Dragons thrummed with magic. The clink of jeweled goblets, and the scent of exotic perfumes mingled with sweat. Qerev’nrys surveyed her domain, a slow, predatory smile stretching her lips. This was her masterpiece, a temple dedicated to sensation, where the ancient, insatiable appetites of Adistaktos's dragons found their deepest satisfaction and she found her money.

“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

I scream and cling even tighter onto his spike, closing my eyes. The dragon lets out a whine. I open an eye to see his sad look. He twirls again, but time is much slower. As we bypass clouds, I gain the courage to reach my hand out and glide it across the cloud. I let out a breath of excitement which seems to have pleased the dragon. He soars high above the large mountains and hovers in the air, breathing a large gulf of fire. I laugh at his playfulness and then look down and lose my breath momentarily as I see Moon Crest Castle, and the land toward it that was once lush and beautiful is now dark and dreary.

There were trees that bordered the property all around us and kept the prying eyes of neighbouring land owners away from us. Every year my parents had to attend the Illinois Dragonkin Ball which consisted of seventeen year old teens eager to meet their bonded halves or to complete the ceremony in front of the Elders. According to my father Bazzoit had spoken to Typhon in the dragon realm and they had altered how the ceremonies worked.