Dragon Ears Novels & Stories

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.

“I wanna see Luna … Robert … and Chief Gregor … but they’re all one world away …” A sparkle of light caught the corner of his vision. Arth turned and he spotted a glowing sphere from the dragon’s mouth. He smiled sadly when he realized it was the core of Draphiron. It had the same size of an eyeball, glowing in blue as the color of S-class beasts. Arth wiped his tears and reached for the dragon’s mouth to get the core. But then, as he touched the blue orb, it suddenly flashed, blinding Arth’s eyes.

I froze from where I was standing as I slowly saw the features of the creature. The creature has the face of a Komodo, except it has spiked horns, its smooth scales are glowing icy, while its nostrils blow a sapphire mist. Its massive clawed forelegs rumbled the ground along with its gigantic spicated wings—helping it move forward. While its colossal tail with cannonball ends swaying ruthlessly. It was an Australian Glazehorn dragon. These creatures originally live on the mountain ranges of the north wing; same with Bakunawas, they visit the upside base for nesting—except the latter are friendly.

Even if her father hadn’t told her the truth of the history of the Dragon Moon festival, these people seemed to know and were eager to see Beelzanborg fall and the dragons restored to power. Before her, a mass of dragons came into view, many of them with human warriors on their backs, using bows and arrows to hit their targets as the fire from the dragons lit Beelzanborg troops and weapons on fire. The dragons swooped low to hit their targets and then flew around in a circle to come back in for another go. On the ground and even atop the castle there were hand-to-hand battles going on. Nya tried to find Slate but didn’t see him from this distance. As they closed in, she did spot Gavin, atop

His green eyes was fixated on the hall in front of him and his face bore the annoyed expression I'd come to know. "Dameon!"I breathed. His head snapped towards my direction and the darkness that surrounded him gave enough room to see him properly. And vice versa. His hair... so long like the Fae's. Waist length and... neatly slicked backwards. His chiseled features were honed to perfection. Sharpened. His ears were pointed as well...and... Wings? Where the Fae glistened, he was simply... dark. He cocked his head and his face lit up with a smile that was nothing short of evil and cruel.

I lift the spear up, examining it. It's lighter than I thought it would be, and I've never seen a metal like this. "What’s this made from? The craftsmanship is impeccable,” I say in awe. Soren smiles triumphantly, "You have a good eye. I am not surprised you have never seen the material; it is native only to dragons. It is known as dragon's ore,” he tells me. "What exactly is this 'dragon's ore'?" I ask.

The flames incinerated the watchtowers, melting the stone as if it were wax. The roar did not go unanswered. High above the clouds, atop the forbidden peaks of Mount Ardus a pair of ancient eyes snapped open. The Golden Dragon Lord, Dragonad, had spent two decades in a mournful slumber, believing his lineage had been extinguished when Gracia was taken. But the frequency of Fiel’s roar was unmistakable. It was the song of his own blood.

“What?” “There, near the clouds.” Even with his keen Dragon sight, Ghaeron could only just make out the movement his sister had noted. He made the same deduction she did, however, that it was neither a flock of birds nor a single one close by. They altered their path slightly to head toward it. It appeared that they were gaining on it, and both Dragons were very curious to see what it might be. They drew nearer still, and finally they could see that it was in fact a single creature, but it was near in size to themselves. However it was not a Dragon. That was itself a relief, for they surely would have known if another Dragon had been birthed. No, this was a different kind of creature, much l

"You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life." I've never seen a dragon before and the thought makes my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach. My head spins and my palms become sweaty with fear. My goosebumps rise to

Elder Ga roared insanely. Before unleashing a spell, that borrowed the lives of all the plants close by, even the people watching were not spared. The colours of his eyes took different colours, the left eye was white, and the other was dark. Miles stood on his feet, staring at the colour streak heading towards him, his chest out. And his entire body glowed with blinding blue light, the blue light transformed into a full-fledged dragon, and dashed towards the colourful streak, the two collided and exploded.