Dagur Dragons Novels & Stories

Lucian’s handprints painted her skin. “It’s not demons or anything.” I chuckled, thinking of the few that I knew. I could never worship any of those sex-crazed crazies. “A lot of shifters worship her. The goddess, but dragons are much older than that. We were there when men were still hiding in caves afraid of fire. It makes sense, we were the fire.” “Hm. Does that mean that you were around then?” “Not quite that old. I’ve only been alive for a few hundred years. Lucian is much older than me.”

“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab

It’s only as we get closer that I hear him murmuring. “Come on, Galeus. Come on, heal yourself buddy. You can do it,” he says. It looks like when the big dragon blew these two into the mountain, one of them crushed Galeus. He's part dragon, fire dragon, but he’s mostly Komodo dragon so he looks like a lizard when he shifts. I look around, seeing Macchus pushing his way out of the mountain. “That fucking bitch! Next time I see her, I’m going to blast her,” he snarls, just as Galeus begins coughing up blood.

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

A few of the men remained on the ground, not transitioning to dragons, for they were to deal with the English mages and stop them from continuing to curse the weapons the knights used. They used old and powerful magic that could quickly kill a dragon, and that was the only way the pathetic English were any match for the dragon-shifters. The English had a few shifters themselves, but none of them were dragons, and only a few could fly. There was a phoenix and a griffin among them, but Ian had injured the griffin hours before, and Valen had destroyed the phoenix. It would rise again, but not during this battle.

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

''Noelle this is Dagahra my dragon,'' Gabriel says. The dragon slowly walks to us and puts her big head in Gabriel's arms. He scratches her behind her ears, ''It was believed that dragons were extinct, but we found frozen eggs in these mountains. We hatched them with fire and kept them hidden for many years. They are remarkable really; they chose a human to bond with and accept nobody else. Only their master can ride them, and they would die for their master.'' I slowly approach the female and she snorts at me which makes smoke come out of her nose. Gabriel pets her nose, ''It's okay Dagahra, she is with me, and I like her, okay?''

His cries brought another set of roars from just beyond the trees. Wind swirled around the trio and baby dragon as hundreds of massive, bat-like wings beat at the air from above them. A host of grown dragons quickly surrounded them headed by an emerald green behemoth. Aurora knew him and the stunning crimson dragon next to him. They blocked the trio from entering into Dew Mountain, which meant they had no exit. Aurora curtsied. "King Ejder and Queen Deragona, how unexpected to see you again so soon." Edjer growled. His belly was lit but not brightly. It seemed he was the source of the powerful flame a few moments before, which meant she had time before he could turn her into a charred crisp.