Dagur Dragons Novels & Stories

“Carry on. I’m listening.” “Okay, so since we’re talking about gods,” said Estevan, “My guess is that you, dragons, also have one.” “Aye,” answered Fetyr. “Our Lord Hylos is the God of Dragons and the Volcanic Deus. He is also the original Hyborn.” “I see.” Estevan did his thing again on the thin sheets, scribbling with a feather. Raeherys could not help but watch the chronicler with envy. The sight of him only sparked the fire within Raeherys.

"That gives us ten." "Shit," Sam cursed hatefully. "This isn't going to be a pretty ending then." "Why?" Kait asked her. "These are a unique set of zombies." Sam explained, like she had met a few. "And before you ask, yes I have." She uncoiled herself from me and pulled closer to Kait. Almost like she was scared. "They're Draug. Ancient zombies from Old Norse that have unparalleled strength and can grow on a whim." "You know this how?" Kait asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

The creator of DragonCoin. As if summoned by her thoughts, the distant nexus of energy flared in her awareness, a spiralling storm of gold and blue that called to her with irresistible force. Within that storm, she sensed another presence, chaotic and frightened, yet fundamentally similar to her own. They don't understand what they've done, Sage realised. They're afraid.

At this point, Tyr and others had seen the complete Eternal Dagon, as described in the myth. To be precise, this creature could only be described as a dragon spirit because it evolved from the dragon terrain. It was not quite the same as an Eternal Dagon. The dragon spirit still required the divine dragon’s body to manifest as a living dragon. It was unlikely for them to find this dragon spirit with an actual dragon body given their current circumstances. No matter what, this was the best result. Five magic books had appeared, and the dragon spirit had been successfully refined. Tyr still stood on the shore at this time. He was staring intently at the black dragon, which roared in the void.

“What? When, brother?” Ghaeron forced himself to share the tale of his great shame, one that he had shared with no one since the early days of life on Edon. “Shortly after Mother and Father had brought forth the first life here on Edon, I became fascinated with the complex weaving of mystical forces that had been utilized to do so. Such variety of living creatures had come into being! Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Minotaurs, and a host of lesser known beings, all benign and given great potential for growth. Growth is one of the constants of the universe, as you know. It is ingrained into the essence of Dragons.”

He speaks. "Yes, and that is the place where dragon females go to have their young because it is the only place hot enough in all of Midgar to be able to soften a dragon egg. It is also the place where many go to forge weapons out of the harvested dragon's ore since it is so hot. Southfait mountain is also the only place where dragons will conjugate in peace. Every Summer solstices, the hottest time of the year, dragons from all over will gather in the Southfait mountains," I explain.

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.

'Thank the Goddess for vampires,' she thought, concentrating her own energy on keeping Raeann cool until the wall completely disappeared. Snowy mountains lay beyond the infirmary wall, a grand expanse of glaciers and chilly peaks, just like a Christmas wonderland, as far as the eyes could see. In the midst of all the Winter perfection there stood, what looked like three golden mountains. Around the bottom of these beautiful mountains, curled around their treasure, lay three giant white dragons. Kuraokami, Takaokami, and Kuramitsuha, the Ice Dragon lords. Caroline watched on, beginning to sweat with the effort it took to keep her granddaughter from boiling into the human soup while waiting fo

His long coat moves softly around him as he crosses into this world, his bi-colored eyes immediately finding mine across the clearing. But he is not alone. Behind him— Others follow. Fae warriors step through the bridge in quiet formation, their movements graceful and deadly, armor shimmering faintly with ancient magic. And among them— Dragons. Not the dragons of Emberhold. These dragons carry the scent of the other realm, their wings darker, their presence heavy with the old power that shaped the world before the barrier was ever raised. They land along the edges of the clearing, watching everything carefully. The army behind my father is not large.

"Five dragons survived and escaped that day. The fire dragon, Azzurth. Zykur, the water dragon. Shirma, the wind dragon. Aldra, the ice dragon. And Endralth, the immortal dragon." "Where are they now?" Zena asked. "Athanasia now owned Azzurth, the fire dragon. Zykur and Aldra died a long time ago. That was the information Father had. But Aldra, the ice dragon was not dead and Shirma was missing. Let's just say they're hiding." Zuriel answered. "Was there really an immortal dragon? And is all of this related to that girl?" "I'm not done yet. So shut up if you want to know the answer to your questions." Zuriel glared at her.