Dagur Dragons Novels & Stories

Suddenly, another earth-shaking dragon roar sounded, and then all the people on the spot saw a purple dragon that reached a few thousand feet approaching them from the distant sky. "A dragon! A Divine Archean Dragon!" At this moment, everyone was deeply shocked. Being struck dumb with astonishment, they stared at the divine purple dragon that flew closer and closer. It was wrapped in purple lightning flashes, which looked extremely horrifying. Under the powerful dragon aura, everyone held their breath. They all quite clear that the five claws of the Divine Archean Dragon could even turn an Apotheosis Realm cultivator to ashes.

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

Derora finally did what no dark mage had been able to do, the ritual ties your essence to the veratus and unless you have an essence that came from the immortal spring of chaos, you'd literary burn to ashes. A loud roar from the abyss brought her attention back to it, in a burst of flame and smoke, darathos the dratero, a dragon like being that looked like a cross between a sea serpent and a dragon with its long but muscular body and obvious sentience flew out of the abyss. Its skeletal wings flapping with flames and fury, it blew fire from the flaming animal skull head it had and burned in the sky. Derora watched as it gave an ear piercing scream and dove down while landing on the soft eart

he said and he seemed slightly bigger than before. "Very odd indeed," Elder Peter mused. "What is? Stop speaking in riddles," I said irritated now. "Strong dragons with warrior names, all four of you," Elder Peter said. "What Elder Peter means is that it's been quite some time since we've had a Sire with his most trusted that possess such strong dragons. It will make for interesting times," Elder James said with a smile. "It's time for us to take our leave," Baz said as he merged himself with me again. Every time he did that I felt a burning sensation like electrical currents running through my whole body and I wondered if I would ever get used to it.

As you now know; archdragons have no mates… for many millenniums archdragons were males, as in the human world the male species is always favored when it comes to power and carrying a legacy forward. Our dragon goddess Drakina believed that it was a time for change. When the time came for the birth of new archdragons, it was her will to move the entire universe into a new direction. Each element was given a male egg to protect and nurture, but the fire archdragons woke up to a glowing red in the hands of the goddess herself,

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

------------- --------------------- Eight months later . . . ------------- --------------------- "Aodh, could you please help Kira and Arthur get the kids settled down? Company will be here soon," Shamira half-shouted, half-sighed. Being a mother to a nest of little dragons was exhausting. Since defeating Jonas, four more eggs had hatched, giving her another Sea Serpent (this one a female), a female Horned Dragon from the Far East, a male Stone Dragon from the Rocky Mountains of the United States, and a male Quetzalcoatl from Central America.

Children's voices answered them from the deep darkness of the well. Ragnar and Lathgertha then began to search for a way to bring the children up from this gaping hole. While they were busy looking everywhere for tools or items that could help, Ragnar continuing to ask questions, learned from Lathgertha that she had been in Jötunheimar for almost twelve moons already. She had traveled with two of her sisters and a convoy of merchants riding horses who had all served as game for the giants after they unknowingly passed through one of Loki's portals.

Nessa said pointing to a painting of a Chinese water dragon she had hanging on the cave wall. “Black scales? I know of only one dragon with black scales. That is Fafnir, he became the king of all dragons after his father sacrificed himself to create our world. Unless I am mistaken, which I must admit, is almost never” Al’ik said stroking her chin. “Now that I have something to go on for wound though I read the healing texts and there is only one way to heal such a wound, treating it requires you to be awake, and it will be painful. I will have to stich all broken muscle fibers and tendons back together manually using magic weave.”

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night