Dagur Dragons Novels & Stories

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.

The bare-branched trees won’t serve as a proper cover for anything and then I look up in the sky… My breath hitches when I see the white dragon, An arctic dragon, ethereal and lithe as it flies not too high up. Its shadow covers me momentarily. I stand there mesmerised as I watch it fly for some time with a strangely thudding heart. The afternoon rays of the sun reflect on its snowy white form, making the greyish-white wings look veiny and almost translucent and making it look more majestic. An arctic dragon is as rare as a basilisk. I feel my heart lodge in my throat when the beast slightly tilts its head, its beady black eyes meet mine. Its gaze narrows slightly before it veers and begins

The village lay nestled within a lush valley, framed by majestic mountains that stood like guardians against a turbulent world. As we approached, the elders emerged from their humble huts, their expressions blending curiosity and concern. Time had etched its wisdom onto their faces, each line a testament to battles fought and lessons learned. Their dragon forms were breathtaking, scales sparkling in the sunlight, a vivid reminder of their ancient power. The eldest among them, a grand dragon with scales as white as freshly fallen snow, stepped forward. His piercing blue eyes seemed to look right through me as he spoke with a voice that resonated like thunder, “Welcome, travelers. We have been

I had to stand to even open the large cover of the book when I opened it more beautiful letters appeared to be writing by themselves right before my eyes "The complete collection of all Pendragon lineage" My eyes went wide as I felt the pages were warm to my touch all of the words in this book were about dragons, Not just any dragons every single dragon the protectors of Magic essence. Each Dragon had their own page with specific information about them, Along with a family tree. There was a whole section explaining what Aurora Dragons were and another entire section on Stygian Dragons. Azar Pendragon was the first male dragon and he had a son named Devlin but what caught my attention the mos

Growling like he’s wants to eat his own disciple. “F-Forgive m-me, m-my L-Lord.” Captain Black Beard peeked inside which caused his sudden resignation to his disciple. “Daemon, the one and only son of Prince Tubigo, son of the Great King of Rainforest Biome and The Water Nation.” One step at a time into Lord Daemon’s room Captain Black Beard did. “And now, they call you the–” “Lord, Lord Daemon, God of all Cannibal Fire Eater.” Lord Daemon slowly approached the place where Captain Black Beard is standing.

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

"Hey Dag." The Schedule: In Order & no more than 2 hours max each! Onyx - Merman, loves water, very cheerful. Dagonae - Giant, likes to be called Dag, wants to carry you, very quiet until he speaks then he's loud and very direct. Yah'El - Demon, likes to be called 'EL, extreme prankster, call on your Angel if he gets out of hand. Jaspier - Dragon, likes to be called Jas, very laid back and loves him some Yuri!

she asked, not wanting to believe it was possible, but she didn’t see any alternative either, what with the dragon being gone and having not taken off from the mountain behind him. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he said, folding his arms across his muscular chest again. “I’m Slate Everclaw. I come from a long line of shifter dragons. We used to occupy the land where your kingdom and the other eleven are now located, before we were robbed of our most precious treasure, one that allowed my people to withstand the human threats that were slowly encroaching on our lands. Without the gem, my kind cannot transform without the moon in the sky. So… we were forced to take to the mountains. We

Dragomir was shocked, “What clues?” She handed him her pad, and he read through it. “I went to the library and I found out something, a human kingdom where dragons are welcomed…” “Deleria”, they said together. Her eyes widened. “Every dragon knows about Deleria, it is the first place rogue dragons seek refuge”, he explained, “However after the war, they were left in ruins. The other human kingdoms attacked them and took their possessions as spoils…” “What better place to safeguard a stone than amongst humans…”

There, he had found something amazing. Long, long ago, even before vampires or wolves existed, there were two dragons, Syrax, the dragon of fire, and Silver, the dragon of water and life. At this time, about ten thousand years ago, demons from the underworld were attacking and destroying the world while the dragons protected the humans.