Coral Dragons Novels & Stories

There’s a picture of the stone down below but I don’t give the picture more than a glance. According to history, Coral’s tattoo is unique in the world of elemental’s for multiple reasons, one because there’s none like it, two because of it’s placement, three because her powers are theorized to be unlimited. It says here that her ability to control all elements aren’t the end of her powers, she also can conjure every unique ability only within the control of subs.

As her dragon glided along warm currents, tracking Ragnar's mate, she looked up from the valleys below and beheld a breathtaking sight. In the distance flew a gigantic white dragon, her crests were tinged a dusky pink, and Titan felt she'd never seen a beast so beautiful. This must be the Queen's dragon. Beating her wings to lessen the distance between them, Titan had to put real effort in to catch up, and she was puffing before she reached the Queen's tail. There she noticed the real struggle taking place.

So this time, he took his plan to craft out his plan. They're embacked on the journey to the waterfall. It was said that in the waterfall, lived a water dragon of a rare type. The dragon wasn't like normal dragons. It was sea blue in color, and had a head similar to that of a horse. It wasn't very dreadful yet who won't be scared confronting a water dragon who was rumored to have the ability to also talk to humans. The dragon had a special love for beautiful things and something like a crown could be said to be one of such.

Kaelen roared. ​His voice cut through the fog, snapping the Southern warriors out of their stupor. They reached for their weapons, their eyes scanning the dark water. Below the surface, a massive, glowing shape began to emerge. It wasn't a fish. It looked like a forest of moving coral, miles long, pulsing with the same sickly violet light that had consumed the woman at the Citadel. ​"The Coral-Spine is moving," Elara gasped.

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.

Madchen fidgeted nervously in her new dress. Drago had certainly thought of everything,she thought to herself. Standing in front of the full length mirror,she watched as the attendants he hired fussed with her satiny coral cocktail dress. Her Fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders in spiraling curls,and her fingernails and toes were painted a matching coral as well.

After returning back after an hour, he found the Drake Hamilton, the most powerful and the richest Dragons alive, standing in front of his house with what smells like a coffee cup in his hand. He seems to be enjoying his morning coffee. "Mr Hamilton" Sean greeted the dragon respectfully. In the Dragon world, the orange dragons are considered as the royalty. the green dragons are most like their advisers and ministers. The red dragons are like soldiers. Sean knows the difference in their statures. So he greeted the dragon respectfully. Drake noticed the green dragon returning back from his work. "Sean" he greeted him as well. Sean walked towards Drake with slow measured steps. "I found a dead

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.

"Well, no. I have no idea what color dragons are. For some reason it just never occurred to me that they would be purple." Now his firm chin rises in a jaunty manner. "We are defined by the striking colors of our dragon scales. This identifies our family line even though only four mature male dragons remain. I'm the last of the purple dragons." His eyes go black again as his suffering reaches clear to my soul. Even my wolf whines softly. He's such a disturbed man with so much pain held tightly inside. I wish he would cry again so I could pull his head to my breast. He needs to let the pain escape.

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.