Depressed Dragon Novels & Stories

The guards instantly snapped to attention, their hands dropping to the hilts of their longswords. ​"Halt! Who goes—" the lead guard started, but the words were cut short. ​I didn't give them a chance to finish. I channeled the volatile core of dragon energy directly into my palm, letting a dense, swirling mass of dark crimson and black flames manifest across my skin.

I ask him and he turns his big scaly head away from me. “I won’t help you retrieve it. It is safe where it is. I trust Serana to protect it better than we did.” He sounds sad, and that is not like him at all. My dragon is depressed. “Are you upset that she has it?” I need to know this I the longest he has spoken to me since I woke up after I collapsed.

Everyone retreats. - You are a dragon and your strength comes from fire, the phoenix is ​​a bird of fire, I am the soul of fire. I don't burn, but I make it burn. I don't burn, but I can burn you. Your dragon fire doesn't affect me, but my fire can burn you. – the kitsome says, in her ghostly voice. Then it disappears, leaving only Sophia. - Didn't you say that your kitsome hadn't appeared yet? That you were still very young? – Lucifron asks in amazement.

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 air within the Pleasure of Dragons thrummed with magic. The clink of jeweled goblets, and the scent of exotic perfumes mingled with sweat. Qerev’nrys surveyed her domain, a slow, predatory smile stretching her lips. This was her masterpiece, a temple dedicated to sensation, where the ancient, insatiable appetites of Adistaktos's dragons found their deepest satisfaction and she found her money.

When he was done his purple jewel-like eyes glowed at us, his mouth opened and I saw sharp teeth. He was in the sky high above us, his great wing beating into the air, taking him higher before I was ready. Marcus moved forward, he looked over his shoulder at me one last time before his the same sounds filled the room. The dragon that crouched before me was far bigger than both Louis and Nash. Marcus’ scaly skin was pitch black and looked rough to the touch, he turned around slowly and I was met with deep obsidian eyes. Eyes that even in his other form were sad.

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face. He wasn’t upset that his beast was lighter than mine in fact he seemed proud of me just like I was proud of him. I had been worried about not getting a violet dragon but never did I think I would get a gray one. Lucas had told us how the previous Elders had been mystified about his beast because gray dragons were so rare. “You okay?” I asked Chase as he wiped his forehead. “I don’t feel very well,” he said and Rev went to stand next to him and placed his arm over his shoulder.

Derek, having studied the dragon's behavior, shared his knowledge of the creature's vulnerabilities. Marcus, his wounds still fresh, channeled the rage within him, focusing his werewolf strength. With their plan in place, the trio launched their assault once again. Edna chanted the ancient spell, invoking the forces of nature to bind the dragon's wings, rendering it temporarily flightless. Derek seized the opportunity, striking with calculated precision, targeting the creature's vulnerable joints and causing it to falter. But the dragon fought back, unleashing its fury in a final attempt to overpower its adversaries. Its massive tail thrashed, narrowly missing Edna as she rolled away. The gr

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.