Dracarys Dragons Novels & Stories

The tremendous presence studied the tattoo on her back. “And what do we have here? I’m in awe there are still worshippers of Dragons existing in this fallen era,” The Lung Dragon known to be Dracsora the Dragon of Discreet emphasized. “Nevertheless, I still don’t care, since you came all the way to my lair just to talk. I deemed your efforts insufficient. Your virtues are all mine." Dracsora opened his jaws wide about devouring in a single snap.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

Scorpions above the walls and towers, loaded with huge and deadly spears, were all aimed at them. “Estevan …” Larice muttered as she caught a glimpse of him, along with that old dragon, standing on top of the crenellations. Both were chained, but the old man had a dracarth—a leather collar locked around his neck. It glowed with red ember … and the wince on his face told her it dealt with intense pain. Dracarths were some of the weapons she saw from Shavath, which could prevent a dragon from shape-shifting. The leather collar was also very sensitive to heat, Larice learned, that when a dragon would attempt to breathe fire, the collar would compress, choking the beast to his death. Larice thou

“Layana…” “I’m ok, Drakayaan, obey Declan,” she said to the dragon who whipped his head back and looked at Declan, their eyes met - flaming red against crackling grey as Declan’s powers surfaced. The two stared off for a second before Drakayaan whipped his head around once again. Layana carefully transferred herself onto the slimmer and longer body of Dragina stroking her scales before she whipped into the sky. Declan smirked watching Layana on her silvery dragon. She looked at him smiling

Anya, ‘Hi’ Arya, ‘Hello wild cat. Anya, ‘Thank you so much. This wouldn't have happened without your information.’ Arya, ‘I know! So, ready for your promotion?’ Anya, ‘What promotion? Arya, ‘Aww! Are you hurt my wild cat?’ His tone sent a chill down her spine and left her heart racing. This was wrong! Why was Arya trying to stake his claim over her? Anya, ‘I am not yours! Stop calling me that. Thanks for everything. I need to go now.’

They track out the hiding place of a dragon. Red Dragons: Royal Family and Rarest. Largest of all dragons, when extremely angry their red hair changes into fire. Skills unknown (so far Vermitrax and Jorkallun are the only Red dragons alive at this moment). "Wow that is a lot hell of an explanation." Sarah said as he stops in front of a door. "This is where I lay my head or rather my room." Jorkallun announced opening the door and stepping in. Sarah entered the room and looked around. The painting of the room was blue just like hers and nothing fancy about it. She remembered when he told her how much he loves the blue color.

Most of the buildings were derelict and the streets deserted, they walked further on foot, Fury walking behind them, “I mean I am disappointed. I expected something of much grandeur and class, something so exquisite…” “Raisel, this is not the kingdom of dragons. This is where they hide because of yo…of humans”, Dragomir interrupted her, “Dragons live in the kingdom of Islandia, it is believed its beauty is unmatched and second to none. Men could never describe it because its beauty left the beholder tongue-tied and in awe” She looked at him quizzically, “You know a lot about these creatures” “Pfft”, he shrugged it off nonchalantly, “Most of us just pay attention in history lessons”

' Draco called through the link. Kayda and Draco flew happily as she explored the area. She was slightly bigger than he was. Kayda was a beautiful bright purple with traces of blue as she moved. Her eyes were a shade darker than my own icy blue eyes. I felt more powerful than I have ever felt. She tested her fire breathing and unlike Alaric’s orange flames hers were blue. The hottest of the three colors in a flame. Awesome. 'Kayda, is what Alaric said true? Will I stay a dragon until the eggs are laid?' I asked.

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

she sobbed. The Burn had tormented dragons for over two decades. Many dragons have lost their families to the terrible blight. No one knew how it started, or how to cure it. We just knew it killed. The Burn gets triggered when a Dragon tries to take their shifted forms. All Dragon Shifters can breathe fire in their shifted forms, which makes us immune to fire. But The Burn turns a Dragon fire against them, making them burn from the inside out. The only way to avoid succumbing to the plague is to not shift, essentially denying us the right to be ourselves. It's easier for adult dragons to fight the urge to shift, but it's way harder for dragons in transition.