Cool Dragon Names Novels & Stories

The reason she was named Angel was due to the fact that her Dragon was an Angel Aura quartz color. We hadn’t changed her name when she shifted for the first time. Unlike other Dragons, she had also been born with a Dragon Stone, which was the Angel Aura quartz. The Stone was beautiful, with a white base and a mixture of iridescent colors. She was the most beautiful Dragon that I have ever seen. Depending on how the light hit her, her coloring would shimmer with a colorful aura. The Stone had been named correctly because whenever I saw it, she looked like an Angel.

“I took a different route just in case Antoh was on our tail. Since we’d already decided to stay in a motel, I didn’t think it would matter.” “It was actually very clever of you, my Chloe,” he said with a smile. “What is your full name?” she asked. “My name is Tristan,” he said with confusion. “I know that, but is that all there is to your name?” she asked. “Surface humans have at least two names to identify them. My name is Chloe Kensington. Chloe identifies me, and Kensington identifies the family I belong to.” “I see,” Tristan said thoughtfully. “We do things similar in Manthella. Tristan identifies me and Dragonas is the name of my family or clan. When I sign something, it is with Tr

The Cenotes, of Draconia were truly impressive. Killian had almost forgotten how mesmerising the place was the last time he had been here, and that was quite understandable, since it had been so long ago... but the Cenotes of Draconia were massive alright just as much as they were beautiful, housing over two thousand sea and air dragons, with emerald and aqua marine tinges here and there adding a glow to the place that was almost ethereal.

they kept small talking on their way back " So what are their Names?" " the oldest is called Draco, the middle is Azar and the youngest is Kai" " This are very beautiful names, not even I could've done a better job" " oh please it was very easy to pick these names it only took the whole night" they looked at each other and started laughing " looks like we have arrived " *sigh* " yeah it seems so " " than good night Celea" " good night "

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

She shivered, staring at the window and back at him. “Head northeast to the mountains. When you see a dragon say my name.” “Kohl?” she asked. “No, my Renjerian name is...D'Kohralx Vorian Kohlxchijr.” “Dude, I can't even pronounce that. I thought your name was Kohl.” She scoffed. “Have you said anything to me that was a lie or half-truth?”

We circled each other and I shut down all thoughts as I focused on Haden. “Any names stand out from the list suspects?” I asked, jabbing my fist out once to test his readiness. He blocked. “Two. One is still a mystery, but the other could be a snort, they love doing ritutals and shit. But your cousin Curt suggests it could be a dragon. So he said Andia—the purple dragon who showed up here last spring." I ducked his swing, pivoted to the left and kicked my left leg to his core. He blocked it.

Dark magic, Dominic called it, and I bet it was because the only supreme rule for any supernatural is that the mate bond is sacred. Urien was a formidable fighter. In human form, I hadn´t seen him in his dragon form, but I bet he was impressive. Dominic said he was an Onyx Dragon, and I had no idea what it meant, but his last name is Dragnoir, the same last name as one of the Dragon Kings… Adam… so he is a royal.

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.

His abs, perfectly outlined through his shirt, rippled with every step. “You gonna stare all day?” I flushed. “You gonna tell me your name?” “Why? You wanna thank me?” “I wanna know what to carve on your gravestone when Freddy’s crew jumps you.” He laughed—a low, rusty sound. “Dragon.” “Dragon?” I snorted. “Like the fairy tale?” His eyes narrowed, but the smirk stayed. “Like the thing that eats little boys like them.” A shiver skittered down my spine. Not fear. Something worse.