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.

My children, the humans, can’t hurt us anymore; if anything, their weapons are big, scary toys that are more likely to scare their own people than hurt us. Nineteen dragons broke through the cloud cover simultaneously, their massive forms silhouetted against the Seattle skyline in a display that would forever change human understanding of their world. Fire dragons with scales like burnished copper, trailing smoke and flame. Storm dragons crackling with lightning that connected sky to earth in brilliant arcs. Ice dragons whose crystalline bodies refracted the city lights in prismatic displays. Earth dragons whose granite hides seemed to blend with the very architecture of the urban landscape.

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

' 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.

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.

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

The chances of her leaving the Dragon Keep alive were close to none. “Since you have refused to talk, we shall pass our verdict.” Murmurs of Dragons agreeing with my father broke out in the hall, many of them demanding her death. The Dragons had lost so much to the Wolves already, including our very essence. Our shifted forms. “I command that you–” the doors burst open, cutting my father's words short. I twirled around, drawing my sword out in the process and took a fighting stance before the dais. Aidas and Carden were beside me, swords out, within the blink of an eye. We were prepared for whatever threat just entered.

Saint just gives me one nod before stepping back. We make our way to the clearing, seemingly four Dragons shifting means you need space. Vulcan’s three men all shift into their dragons. They were huge and impressive, each one looking different from the other but similar in many ways. What I wasn’t prepared for was my mate's dragon. His black scales were shiny and looked almost like oil as the sun caught them. The gold flacks looked like actual real gold. I stand looking up at the biggest of the four dragons. Pyrrus is beyond impressive, my imagination was no match for what now stands in front of me. He shakes out his massive wings, his bright green eyes turn on me and I swear he smirks. I ca