Draconic Name Novels & Stories

“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”

A large table dominated the center, scattered with loose papers and half-unrolled maps. "Gods above," I breathed. Julise was already moving, scanning titles with quick efficiency. "Look for anything about dragon bonding or bloodlines. And keep an eye out for personal correspondence." The sheer volume was overwhelming. I ran my fingers along spines, squinting in the dim light: "On the Nature of Draconic Inheritance" "Blood Rituals of the Old Houses" "Experimental Hybridization: Theory and Practice" My stomach turned at the last one. "Julise, this is..."

" The prince shouted. Drake was trying to smile devilishly. "You're not a respected royal. Why would I respect a useless creature?" He scoffed. "I will kill you; I will kill your heir!" Drake's expression went cold and dark, staring at the prince. "If you dare to hurt my heir... don't let him hunt you down to hell and meet my demon there." Drake seriously muttered "I'm not scared of Satan!" "But you are scared of me." I have the devil's eye... which means I'm Satan. "

She quickly closed them and didn’t see my own eyes flash yellow as Abeloth surfaced. “Nova, what are you?” I asked her as I tilted her head upwards towards mine. “I’m different too, you can tell me anything and everything, I’ll always believe you.” “Your eyes,” she said breathlessly as Abeloth pushed forward again. I could feel him reach out to something and then pull back. “I’m dragonkin Nova, Abeloth is my dragon,” I said. “Dragonkin …” “I wasn’t lying when I said I love you Nova, I’m not going anywhere and I’m not going to let you run away from me either,” I said and tightened my grip around her.

"I'm not really they're uncle." I watch as shoulders suddenly drop. One of the oldest twins steps forward and gives me a short salute and an eye roll towards Ashrac. "We like to call him uncle because it bugs him. Name's Drayce of the Purple Dragon Clan. We're twelve. This is my brother Ejder of the Purple Dragon Clan." They are both tall and lean with a lot of growing to do, but you can see they'll be the size of Ashrac before long. Both girls dutifully step forward next. They begin at the same time, stop, and then the one on the right speaks. "I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-"

All from that live feed she took at the restaurant. “Yeah, can you believe it? The plan seems to have worked. The new video has gone viral and from what little I saw on the internet myself. They are calling the dragon Callie as in California’s coastal dragon.” Mitch laughed. “I like that. So, my dragon now has a name, much like the Loch Ness Monster, Nessie.” I walk up and put my arms around Mitch’s waist and look up. “Yeah, the only difference is this dragon is real and all mine.”

“Is meddling in their civil war a wise move? Isn’t it a waste of our resources to assist their refugees as well?” Draconia was an independent kingdom in the west, one of the few countries in all of Terran that was not under the great Volfenheim Empire or some other nation. It was a small continent, shaped like an enormous sleeping dragon, hence its name. Some believed it was an actual dragon that was in a deep slumber for such a long time, land formed and hid its scales, that once Mount Ormr, the colossal sleeping volcano of Draconia, erupts, the dragon will also wake and will consume the world. It was rich in every resource imaginable. Because of this, it was completely closed off to other

Moved around from place to place, only to please them. "But if you're brothers, why the different names?" I ask, trying to get them to answer every question I've ever had. "Well, that's simple actually. Due to the ongoing feud with the Scorpions, our parents thought that it would be safer, if it only became public knowledge of them having one child. My brothers were the best kept secret. They had their names changed, so that no one would ever associate them with the Dragons. Instead I was the figure head of the Dragons. I was first born, so it was already written that I would become the successor. Miroslav Petrović, aka Craig, is my twin. Matija Petrović aka Gary, was the youngest." Drago ex

Draco. Rodrik was always diligent in his work. For centuries, he had been Abbator’s soulgazer, ordained with the gift of reaching out to the god of bond to know the people he had paired. Draco knew it was Rodrik who helped his mother, Solane, and his father, Cormac, realize they were fated mates. Draco winced at the thought of his father, King Cormac, who in history was now recognized as the Butcher but was once adored by Draco.

Aurora was a strange woman, she muttered a few confusing things from time to time, she remembered hearing her say the word and asking what she meant but she would never say. What could her mother be up to? “I know what Drákos stratiótis means… it's an ancient Greek word in dragon texts, it means Dragon soldier. Your mother must have known a dragon soldier” “A dragon soldier? What does that mean?” she asked in confusion. Drake hesitated before saying, “Dragon soldier means exactly what the name implies, They are dragons born to be soldiers for the clan. Dragons are mostly born into their roles and they are created by the flame goddess to bear the characteristics that are unique to them. It's