Dragon Egg Light Novels & Stories

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

Maybe she was unwed. Cyra led us to another stall, one with fine jewels, most of them set in gold, rather than the silver I so adored. "You haven't said a word since we arrived, what's wrong?" Cyra enquired, but I brushed her off and fingered one of the few pieces made of silver. It was a dragon necklace, the head coming to a stop at the pinnacle and the tail wrapping around the neck. Wings branched out from its sides, most likely brushing against the bottom of the wearers throat. Sheer fascination, that's what we were to the humans. Some even feared and despised us deeply, but for all they knew, we did not exist anymore. The brutes who had slaughtered their forefathers and ate their naughty

The legends didn't do him justice - the Dragon God was even more beautiful in person. Staring at him, I could tell that beneath his perfect exterior, there lies a hidden strength just waiting to be unleashed. The Dragon God’s eyes glowed with a fierce crimson red, and his cropped black hair moved as if blown by the wind. The spikes along his fingers and arms appeared sharp and menacing, but he seemed like he could retract them with ease. If it weren't for the black pants he had on, he would have been fully nude, his muscular torso with the finest of hairs on full display.

"This is all happening too fast..." "Don't worry. As you know, dragon eggs take five years to hatch. So you have more than enough time to prepare yourself. However, until you have the egg, I suggest lots of mana-rich food. The egg is currently taking all your mana to form the shell, which is why you're getting headaches and feeling exhausted." "I think I'm going to go lay down while I let this all sink in properly..." "That's a good idea. You need more rest to restore your mana that's being absorbed. The better you recover your mana, the better off the egg will be.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read A Baby for the Dragon. This book is a breeder kink one and has some talk of infertility with the main female lead but will result in a pregnancy for our dragon and his mate. There will be tons of unprotected sex and lots of dirty talk, the sex will be super graphic and if that’s not something you enjoy that’s okay. There are plenty of other books out there for you, just maybe not this one.

No matter what we find when it hatches, it will have a home here" she answers. There you have it folks. Oh, look the light is getting brighter. Let's have a closer look. As we all watched the screen we were on the edges of our seat. The egg we were watching to shine a really bright gold color. In just moments, the light took over the entire screen. It blinded us with its rays. We turned away shielding our eyes from the burn. When it lowered and we turned back to the screen it only showed white. "What happened Dad? Did we miss it?" I asked.

I agreed, my voice filled with determination. Agnes’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as she revealed the box containing the dragon egg. My excitement grew as I beheld the precious prize we had won. The egg shimmered in the dim light of our chambers, casting a warm glow that seemed to fill the room. “Look, Cain,” Agnes said, her voice filled with wonder. “This is the dragon egg we won as the wager. It’s a remarkable treasure.” I couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of the egg. Its intricate patterns and vibrant colors held an air of mystery and power. I imagined the possibilities that lay within, the potential for greatness and adventure.

"Well besides the size- I've told you about- they're really known for their pointed horned head along with the pointed ears they have. The points on them are droopy and sometimes- if you're lucky- you'll get one that has it's ears scraping the floor, the ears are real feathered like at the point. They're known to play with their ears. They also don't have wings. They're white usually with decorative black spots. Their scales are known to shine off the northern lights and the scales are also silky smooth. Usually their eyes are orange. Like the peach color on their egg." "So they're two weeks away from hatching and they're making the chirping sound?" I asked, worried about how long I will hav

Blake whispered back, but she didn’t believe him. ‘Ah! To hell with this!’ Blake heard Drake from the egg, and everything was quiet. ‘Did Drake give up? What now?’ Blake thought and was about to reach out to Drake when there was a tremendous explosion from the egg, making eggshells fly throughout the room. Drake, the little red eastern dragon, was hovering there with his eyes closed. Everyone around, including his parents, was astonished by the power he gave out. Opening his eyes, he looked around and breathed a sigh of relief as a powerful force developed within him. Before he knew he belched a fireball and landed on the floor. Drake then looked around with innocent eyes that would make any

Deciding that she needed to take the chance on them being related, or at least from the same thunder, she said, “I’m here with Slate. Do you know him?” The dragon tipped his head to the side, as if he were pondering what she’d said. She knew that dragons could understand spoken word in their dragon forms. He didn’t seem angry that she knew Slate, so she decided to take him further down that road. “Are you part of his thunder?”