Dragon Character Names Novels & Stories

Creature Name: Draco (Named by David Sanchez) Scientific Name: Grandis Serpentis Draco Classification: Soul-evolved Animal (Ultraspecies) Basic Description: An absurdly powerful reptile that has evolved the ability to crudely manipulate fire transformed from its soul’s natural psionic energy. Physical Appearance:

She told me that it had been a while since her dragon was out. “I just worry. I haven’t shifted in so long.” I state. “Everything is going to be fine. My dragon is terribly excited to meet Gemma.” Dray says. “Oh shit, I just realized that I don’t know the names of your dragons.” I blurt out. “Grendel is my dragon's name,” Dray tells me. “My dragon’s name is Haldor,” Drake states.

I said as she raised a brow. "I know you want to know what that is. Originally, those who had your mother's rank of dragon had a different name, which was known as Divroke. Divroke is an ancient word that means greater than the most powerful," I explained. "The name was used from generation to generation to identify such a dragon until our parents, who dearly loved gemstones, changed the name. Because of how my sister's dragon had an amazing fiery orange and yellow color at its tail, which looked like flames and fire opal, the name φλογερός was bestowed on her dragon, which is a Greek name that means fiery," I explained simply.

Lucifron was the son of the King's General, and next in line to command the royal troops. He was stoic and devoid of emotions. He used his days to train and become even stronger than his father, and he occupied his free time in the company of his only friends, with whom he managed to open his soul. Hanna with her fire dragon, Argenta. Nymphe with her elemental water dragon, Hydra. Dalkor and Valdar, the only fated fireheart couple between them, with their elemental fire dragons, Reese and Kai.

Dalkor, who had his head resting on Valdar's shoulder, smiles and says: - We are fire dragons. He gets up and pulls Valdar to get up too. – We'll show you our dragons. They are not the same. They step aside, hand in hand, and let their dragons appear. The dragons immediately intertwine their necks, showing the love they have for each other. - Hello Ryan, my name is Kai. – the dragon of Valdar says. - And my name is Reese. - the dragon of Dalkor says. - Can I see your power? - Ryan asks excitedly. He had never seen so many wonderful creatures.

He lowered his head so I could pet him. "It's my turn," the head with the green and blue scales pushed Cyclonus out of the way. "And I am Drizzle The Raindancer and, as my name suggests, I am a water dragon." He leaned in and barely used his snout to touch my cheek. "You kissed her?" One of them shouted. The three went into a quarrel about equality when I noticed the smallest head peeking out of the shadows. "Hello there," I called to him. "Don't you wish to introduce yourself too?" His red and orange scales seemed to burn hot from the distance. I didn't need to ask what kind of dragon he was.

Elena or the dragon? A/N

“I-do you perhaps happen to know where the dragon is kept?” She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “And pray tell why would you be asking about the dragons after you had your girl?” I took a minute in concentration before speaking, “Because…because the King had taken my dragon, yes, I have a dragon too. He’s name is Wraya. The King’s dragon, Synthia is Wraya’s mother.”

Rydstorm placed his fork down, "maybe, what is your father's name?" "Lucian Murdoch, but he gave me a book with the name Nightwing on it." Catori informed. Rydstorm opened his mouth, then closed it. "Sorry, I shouldn't be saying all this." Catori apologised. "No, it's just that I haven't heard the name Nightwing in a while. He was one of the most exalted dragons'" Rydstorm said. "So you are a dragon." Catori sounded excited. Rydstorm rubbed at his chin while watching Catori intently.

This was not my dragon. “Worst of all, the Moon Goddess cursed him for even coming into this word, never allowing him to have a…” A punch to the shoulder came from another, scowling at him. “That’s enough,” he hissed. “You are scaring the poor girl.” “I’m not scared,” I stood up, staring him in the eye, “and the ‘black dragon,’” I held up quotation marks with my fingers, “has a name.” Wrapping my cloak around me, they continued to stare in amusement. “His name is Creed. He has done none of those things.”