Dagur Dragons Novels & Stories

"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.

Dragon sat with Jenny and her triplets around a small fire, its flames dancing gently and casting shifting shadows across their faces. Jerry sat beside Jackson, with Jakiri next to them. Towering over them, Dragon, with his fiery red eyes and commanding presence, exuded an aura that kept everyone on edge. Finally, there was Jenny. Jerry looked up at Dragon with a curious smile and asked, “You’ve told us a lot about werewolf customs, but there’s one question that has always fascinated me. What’s the story of the mate? And how does a werewolf find their destined partner?”

It was alive! His body trembled with excitement. His fingers shook and he muttered the words he knew would bring the dragon under command. So it was true. There was a dragon. Was there more? And then he heard the cries of terror. His body was rigid against the window. He longed to see the glory of dragons return but the time was not yet right. The wind brought the words to him. Drakos forem ni khagris. Ehyra shis matra fyre: Dragon of old. I am your fire.

Defeated by the Godhead himself, thrown into Hell, and now reborn through Lucifer’s vengeance. “This is it,” Dougal calls. “Let’s go!” Maeve answers. Maeve takes Azazel. Dougal charges Ramiel. Win and I? We go for the lizard. Dagon is a walking nightmare—upright reptilian body, weird beard, talons, and all. He fights with teeth and claws, no weapons, but he’s fast. We come at him from both sides—Win on the right, me on the left—swords and axes flying.

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

Kiri smiled, a little impressed she knew, “They take the main form of whatever non-dragon race the parent is, with a skill of their parent dragon. They became rare as dragons started to lose interest in the other races, and once the dragonkin mated again, some offspring did not even look dragon-touched, but some took on the form of drakken.” “Grub hears scary lady is scared of lizard,” Grub said loudly, drawing everyone’s attention. He was holding a shiny silver-bladed dagger that had an ornate golden hilt with strange runes etched into, with a wrapped leather pommel and was twirling it around while he spoke. Everyone burst out laughing except Grub, Kiri included, “F**k, that has to be the b

Cain actually staggered back a step, fingers digging into her shoulders to keep himself upright. For him, it came like a thunderclap through the mate bond, a presence slamming into his instincts like collision with another Alpha dragon in midair. Old. Vast. Not Draynor, not Dawlya, exactly something older than either, threaded with a magic that didn’t care about kingdoms or councils. “What the hell was that,” he rasped, voice gone rough. “Say it again.” She didn’t need to. The Circle answered for her. “He wakes. He turns. He comes.” The room warped at the edges of her vision.

It was the place where she felt she belonged, now and forever. "You know, in old times, and I mean old times like before my parents… Middle Ages, and even before that, there was a handful of cases when dragons were mated to other species. Plus, there is something about pure dragon couples that makes them infertile for the better part of the century. That's partly the reason why there's so little of us in the world. And most of the living dragons are now very old. Some of them never had kids…

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.

It wobbled a little, them being fragile. “You need to put them over a fire until they hatch. It’s a good thing we came with an elder to bless your child, he will also perfume another ceremony for the dragons. It is rare, we only have two in our whole kingdoms. We refer to them as the pure ones. These are just dragons. They will hatch when they are mature and they will grow over the years. They are strong and indestructible. What one of us can do in our dragon form, they can do it a hundred times over. They are very powerful.” Drakko explained, still not believing it himself. No one uttered a word after that, just staring at the baby then the eggs while trying to digest what they had just hea