Dragon Character Names Novels & Stories

And if she whispered my name again— I would be listening. Not as a king. Not as a strategist. But as the dragon who had chosen her. And would choose her again. Fully. When the time came

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.

"And you two were trying to make more? You already have your hands full. Here let me help you." By the end of the morning, we have them all categorized and named. Phaera, Jana, Azar, Aalia, Kaien, Eedana, Nova, and Nox. All of them are children of the stars and not a matching set of abilities between them. Phaedra is a universal dragon, or so we think, and Kaien is a mixture of starfire and earth--like a comet. Jana is a sun dragon, so we named her for her grandmother and Eedana is another plasma dragon like her cousin Ursa. Aalia is our little phoenix.

She got her egg back, that was the point of all of this. Yet, here I am, walking to her nest with several dragons and a rider. “What’s your name?” I ask the rider. “What’s yours?” he asks defensively. “Skylar,” I say, looking at him like he’s being ridiculous. “I’m Ryuki.” “Hi, Ryuki. Your dragon is pretty sarcastic.” I watch him grin, then look up at his dragon. The grin widens. I don’t have to hear the dragon to know he’s disagreeing with my assessment of him.

Daddy asked them, to which they nodded. I was hiding behind Liam hanging on to his suit jacket for dear life. I saw the glares that Jenna was giving me, but I didn't care. I don't want to do this. “Myra come meet your future Husband NIcholas Aspen, “ Liam moves to the side still with eyes down. i walk forward, and when I look up, my heart stops, and my stomach drops. NIcholas Aspen is the dragon? When Daddy taps his shoulder, NIcholas brings his gaze to mine and his jaw set, and his perfect lips form a thin line.

Elder Peter asked me. Baz stood tall next to me, he roared softly in my mind, and Jax and Preston's eyes flew open. I could still see the sweat on Rev's brow as he took deep breaths. Jax stumbled slightly as he climbed off the bed and I got a good look at the dragon on his back. It suited him perfectly. "His name is Gradarth," Jax said and his father smiled proudly. "And yours Mr. Scott?" Elder James asked Preston. "Zurden," he said and he seemed slightly bigger than before.

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

“I took a different route just in case Antoh was on our tail. Since we’d already decided to stay in a motel, I didn’t think it would matter.” “It was actually very clever of you, my Chloe,” he said with a smile. “What is your full name?” she asked. “My name is Tristan,” he said with confusion. “I know that, but is that all there is to your name?” she asked. “Surface humans have at least two names to identify them. My name is Chloe Kensington. Chloe identifies me, and Kensington identifies the family I belong to.” “I see,” Tristan said thoughtfully. “We do things similar in Manthella. Tristan identifies me and Dragonas is the name of my family or clan. When I sign something, it is with Tr

CX125 might mean “facility C, row X, egg #125.” “Oaestr,” I repeat, tilting my head as I walk in a slow circle around her, taking in every element of her very unusual appearance. Maybe wherever she’s wherever we are now, her name isn’t as unique, or as powerful–I can’t imagine anyone who would dare name their children after one of the oldest gods. “That name belongs to a very special dragon where I come from,” I explain. “They call her the Mother of Us All. From here, all the other dragon species on our planet were born.”

My dragon spoke aloud now, and I listened intently. "Hello Drakos." My dragon drawlled. "The years I see have made you mad and no doubt weak." she sneered. He didn't respond rooted to the spot. "Adalinda?" he asked, and it dawned on me. I had never asked my dragon her name. I assumed she didn't have one it was never voluntered to me, but then I didn't ask my dragon much. I know my wolf was called flame. My own desire to be a normal pack wolf like the others had made me make my dragon small, and that realisation was now dawning on me at a really inconvient moment.