Dagur Dragons Novels & Stories

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.

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

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 is as if they balance each other; one going deep for stability, and the other staying shallow for the water they need to survive. Magnús stops and I look up at where his eyes focus. The large dragon, Níðhöggr, gnaws on the roots. He pauses as Ratatoskr, the biggest squirrel that I have ever seen, stops so that he can chitter at the dragon. Níðhöggr bellows at him before the squirrel scampers back up the roots towards the base of the Yggdrasil.