Dragon Anatomy Reference Novels & Stories

When the Ouroboros saw the terrifying beast settle on the mountain, Drakora—skinny and critical—was brought to the scene. They all stood at a safe distance, terrified in their frozen forms. The dragon opened its mouth, letting Arianna’s frame roll out gently onto the floor. Then it lifted its head to the sky and let out a powerful roar. ••••••••• Present. “So it brought her here?” Lylah couldn’t close her mouth. “Yes,” Drakora replied, both of them staring at the formidable creature’s head in the shadows, protectively, beside the heartrobe that held Arianna.

The Cenotes, of Draconia were truly impressive. Killian had almost forgotten how mesmerising the place was the last time he had been here, and that was quite understandable, since it had been so long ago... but the Cenotes of Draconia were massive alright just as much as they were beautiful, housing over two thousand sea and air dragons, with emerald and aqua marine tinges here and there adding a glow to the place that was almost ethereal.

"What?" Azalia couldn't believe her ears. Surely, she hadn't heard Melech right. "A dragony?" She repeated in a puzzled voice. "Nobody in their right mind would ride such a dangerous creature." Dragonies were small dragon-like creatures belonging to the Adom Kingdom. They were a dark orange colour, their wings and bodies covered with red scales strong enough to stop a blade. They were gorgeous but could breathe fire and had extremely sharp fangs and claws that could kill a man on the spot. Azalia would never dare approach one of those too close.

I yell out to him. “Open that window and call him,” I say to Fenian as I grab a syringe and tubes. When he does, Ancalagon lays his head on the ground, his giant emerald eye nearly taking up the entire window as he watches. “What’s happening to her?” he asks. “I don’t know yet, but if I had to guess, I’d say that her human body isn’t adjusting well to the dragon DNA,” I growl. “Those morons created Frankensteins the way they pieced these children together,” I mutter as I draw blood from Amne, the test tubes burning my hands with the heat of her blood.

He drew closer, still circling, until I could make out details of his form, the powerful wings spread wide, the strong legs drawn close to his body. More like a scaled wild cat than a sinuous snake, I noted as my heart fluttered with instinctual fear. His head was square, strong, the canine teeth over-biting the bottom lip long and white against the golden scales. The scales shifted in colour, white across his belly, pale yellow and green grading into a dark, deep gold across his back with its spinal ridges showing orange in places - possibly, I thought, where the blood sat closer to the surface. Did dragons bleed red?

‘Could it be that dragons be dinosaurs from ancient times? When Alex thought about it, he finally found the detailed introduction to the Dragon's Bane of Thirty-Six. They were taken from thirty-six inverse bones of North Sea dragons. After spending ten years of heat and coldness with 372 types of heavenly treasures coupled with the carving of 3600 formation blueprints, the Dragon's Bane of Thirty-Six was finally made. It was extremely sturdy and unbreakable. It could even form a sword formation. As Alex looked at this information, his breathing became rapid.

It only lasted a few seconds before they all started making notes. “Chris, what incision will be used for the surgery?” David asked. “The Kocher incision, Dr. Tharton,” he answered and David looked at me as I smiled. “Yes and no, Chris. It’s better to say the Kocher low collar incision since the normal Kocher incision mostly refers to the subcostal incision used on the abdomen to expose the gallbladder,” I corrected him and the students all turned to me. “Blake was my study partner in med school. He probably knows the procedure step by step better than any of you and no, he didn’t go to medical school,” David said and grinned. “Any questions?”

Next was Prime Evans who transformed with a tornado of inky blackness to reveal a huge black dragon that pierced the night with its sub-sonic screech as it lifted into the air and joined the fire dragon in its hovering. Frank stepped away from Dean, he appeared a little more steady of his feet now, and in a blast of ice and snow the white scaled dragon stood before him and bowed its neck, dropping a front leg beneath itself so that Dean could climb upon its shoulder and nestle himself securely at the base of its neck between two large spikes. "You can ride them!" Aria blurted out, excited. "Well, you can...but I wouldn't try it uninvited." Abram said amused.

The men gasped at the sight, now realizing that Draco’s curse wasn’t just a rumor like everyone had thought. The scholar Draco had contacted concerning his other form had said he was a Wraithling, while another called him a beast because of how scary and huge he was. Unlike every other lycan, Draco’s was bigger and towering with wings as wide as a Dragon’s. He had scales on his face with long fangs and claws that could spell death for someone upon a single graze. Two horns jut out from his temple, curved with ridges. Draco’s beast was powerful, horrid, and fast. It had an uncontrollable hunger for blood.

“If the dome keeps them out much longer, they’ll get restless.” Restless Grenons meant danger. Each one was three times the size of a Draynor dragon with longer horns, heavier bone plates, and a temper to match their size. They didn’t shift. They were dragons, in the most primal sense. Cain adjusted his arm bracer. “Then let’s not keep them waiting.” The two walked toward the lift that led to the dome roof access. The lift opened into the observation platform built just under the biodome’s curved surface. The glass shimmered with protective runes, some ancient, some new.