Depressed Dragon Novels & Stories

Everyone has choices and the ability to change your life if you want to, especially when that unexpected twist happens. In my case, I had a few twists coming my way. The Nataly twist didn’t really impact my life as much as it would have if I’d really loved her. I was already cold and unfeeling, she just made me less trusting than I already was. I spent six months pouring my soul into that rundown house and by the time I was finished, I felt like a new person. My name is Blake Cannon but I’m better known as Jericho. I’m six foot three and I average at about two hundred and sixteen pounds. I have dark brown hair and gray eyes and you’ll never see or feel me coming.

I could feel something moving through me, an attraction that I hadn’t felt before. Sure, he was tall, dark, and handsome. His cheekbones were high and his body looked like something that had been molded by the gods. It didn’t explain why a part of me wanted to lay my head down against him. To rub my cheek against his scarred chest, press my lips against those four ragged lines. “I’m a dragon and I've claimed you as my mate.” I didn’t say anything to him, I didn’t know what that meant. A dragon, that I was his mate. How was I supposed to respond to that?

“I didn’t. Dark magic didn’t work with my dragon side. I focused on nature and it flowed in harmony with it.” He covered her hands with his. “That makes sense. Dragon-born magic is nature. I won’t push for more details, but… there’s something else I want to ask.” “Alright,” she said softly. “You said Solidad was from Recessa, a mimic. Can you explain that?”

One dragon lifted trembling wings to embrace the young black dragon. Grey had never seen dragons... Show affection. Then he saw something else. One of the oldest dragons exhaled slowly. Its breathing grew shallower. It rested its enormous head against its companion. The young black dragon nudged it again. No response. Another soft nudge. Still nothing. The dragon's eyes slowly closed. Peacefully. Almost... Gratefully. A second dragon followed moments later. The surviving dragons lowered their heads. No roaring. No panic. Only mourning. Grey swallowed hard.

“For one, she’d been mired in melancholy for years. A dragon’s soul corroded by negative emotions—the body just withers and fails.” “And there’s another matter… She’d originally made up her mind to receive the Tree of Life’s treatment, but all of a sudden, every last coin she’d saved in the Ice Dragon vault was transferred away.” “At first we didn’t believe it—after all, she was the Ice Dragon princess, how could she be short of gold? But no one would gamble with their own life like that…” That day, the priestess told him many things, everything he should have known ages ago.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

What the fuck? My beautiful wing, or what was a beautiful wing, is green. I hit the ground hard because I'm more concerned with my wing than what's below me. I stumble and right myself, and as I do, I catch sight of my other wing. My legs too. I'm green. I'm cursed. Or I'm dying. That's it. Some horrible disease carried by eagle poop has invaded this realm and now I'm dying. My dragon's curse is death.

Imagining he would move forward and pull me between his teeth. Devour me as all the rumors had claimed. Dragons were maneaters. Twisted and crude depictions of deities. Appointed by the devil. But I thought it was all hyperbole. I never thought for a moment the Drogos family could shift into dragons. I thought it was a metaphor for the horror they could inflict. The Drogos family were like dragons. Not that they were dragons. I don't think I could ever look at Thane the same again. He was a monster. A creature of the deep. And everyone knew.

I begin smashing the rest of the debris out of my way until I get to the room where Cal was. When I get there, I realize it doesn’t look like Cal. This dragon is smaller, duller in color like it’s never been outside. He, or she, was unable to escape during my shift and so everything collapsed on top of him or her. “Okay, hold on. I’m going to get you out of here,” I say, but the dragon doesn’t move. “Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead,” I say to it as I begin to pull the large pieces of debris off of it. When I’m done, it still hasn’t moved, and I can’t tell if it’s even breathing.

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.