Cursed Dragons Novels & Stories

Queen Mila stared anxiously at him, she was ready to do anything to save her son from the curse that had been placed on him, even before his existence. Her son, Jamal the prince of Zedora had been cursed by Naja, a winter witch to an heart of ice and stone, years before he was born, after finding out that King Carne, Jamal's grandfather was responsible for the death of five maidens from the winter clan, two of which were her apprentice. She had then placed a curse on his third generation which happened to be Jamal. At first, it was called off as a bluff. Not until Jamal was born and he didn't cry like every other new born child neither he laugh. His face was still with no emotions present.

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. So impressive were the monuments that, for almost a minute, Killian almost forgot that he was being led by two very angry men towards their Lord... he almost forgot the hissing and the scowls that followed him as the dragon horde, descendants of the ancient Ghidorah looked down on him, a few brave ones murmuring the words ‘what is he doing here?’ and a couple of other expletives that would have made the human society blush a dark shade of red. As Killian pass

“I’m afraid Imara may not be so easy. Ben at least understands that his life isn’t correct. He knows he doesn’t belong in Savannah among all this opulence. Imara won’t even acknowledge that something is amiss. She’s not concerned at all that it isn’t the 1890’s anymore and she won’t see the ring on her finger or the mark on her neck. Her denial is endless.” Jasper scratched his head, messing up his dark curly hair. He pushed himself back in his chair and crossed his leg on top of his knee. “I haven’t seen this curse in a lot of years. There’s almost no information on it. I have researchers working in the library as we speak. Don’t worry, Thorin, we’re going to get this thing straightened out

Up until a dragon found a true mate it wasn't unheard of for dragons to have dozens of brides of varying ages to fulfill their lust. One piece of the curse was designed to punish the remaining dragons for the sexual excess of our fathers. Bastian, Laryn, Tahr, and I came up with the claiming idea after the curse was put upon us. We, the younger generation of dragons and the last of our kind, had no desire to kill innocent women. It was easy to put the fear of the Goddess into the village. Burning a few buildings and breaking a few legs with the swish of our tails did the trick. It assured that the women who came to us were pure. It was our only hope of breaking the curse.

They have been growing ever closer to his location, and it’s only a matter of time before they detect the magic that hides his presence in the ancient cave. Xavier finds himself daydreaming, imagining how Everleigh would look in the magnificent and ornate gowns that all the other ladies at court wear. He knows she would fit right in and be a beautiful sight to behold. Female dragons have been extinct for centuries, leading to the population of dragons becoming overwhelmingly made up of only males. This presents a huge problem, as the numbers of dragons are rapidly dwindling due to the danger that now exists in the human world. As all dragons must mate with human females, this danger has beco

Even from a distance, Li Wei had felt the oppressive aura of the monster - Curse. Curse was shaped like an enormous dragon, but looked ugly like a cursed creature from hell. This Curse was chained to a huge pillar that towered into the sky, and its footwear was a concrete floor. Despite this, Curse seems to be able to rotate 360 degrees, while spitting fire out of its mouth. ARRGH! There were many howls of pain from the fighters who were burned by Curse's fire attack. They were a group of fighters from the Order of No Fear. Li Wei got goosebumps looking at the atmosphere at that time.

The next plague, The Death Dragon, an extremely dangerous being, which could reduce to nothing anything with its dark flames. The Prophets were almost extinct now, and the half-breed didn't stand a chance against it. When the Death Dragon or DD showed itself, the world started to shake and dragons emerged from the depths of the oceans, caves, forests, volcanoes and landed from the sky. The very few Prophets who still lived tried to fight DD thanks to their kindness despite how they were hunted down for their powers. Unable to defeat DD, in a desperate move, The Prophets cursed DD with a divine armor that sealed DD inside a mountain and absorbed its vital energy.

Not all deaths have been confirmed officially. Before the warlock prince died, he placed a curse upon the dragons. A curse that would stop any females from ever being born again. All existing females were hunted by (feral) male dragons, in a desperate attempt to try to conceive a female and keep the species alive. It was absolute mayhem. Not a proud moment in history for dragons. The males literally drove the few remaining women to extinction. So, now you can understand my confusion with encountering a female dragon. A young one, too. They simply do not exist.

Bringing himself back to the question at hand Rex replied honestly shaking his head, “No, I don’t know.” “Markus seems to have skipped this information I see, no matter, a little history lesson before you bathe, eat and sleep. Originally after the dragons made this place, many races came to see them regularly to seek their wisdom and counsel, some races, like the fae, possessed knowledge about using the dragons own blood essence to augment their magic and they created a weapons that could possess a curse, much like the one that is wrapped in your bag right now, they are imbued with that particular persons malice and hatred, causing them to inflict great wounds against the person who that ind

Kenny sat down, crossed his legs, and lit a big cigar. “My gift to you is number one, a beating you will remember for the rest of your life or number two, a more merciful option, you grovel at my feet begging me for mercy while you refer to me as your lord,” uttered Kenny as he blew the smoke from his cigar at Luke’s face. Luke was terrified, shook to the core, but his pride did not let him loose face. “no way I’m going to grovel at a rat’s feet. Do the very worst you can, you inferior specimen,” Luke said firmly, concealing his fear perfectly.