Dragon Egg Light Novels & Stories

“An egg? What is this egg doing here and what is this mean?” She looks her surrounding and she shouts very loud with all she can, “Keiynan! Chen! Mother!” But it was no use. She looked back to the egg and observe it well, then she decided to touch it. But when she touched it, she was suddenly taken to a place which is familiar to her memory. She is standing in front of a large rock with half of its body was buried in the ground and covered with grass. She covers at once and close her eyes when suddenly a blazing light hit her and her surroundings, as it gradually disappeared, she also slowly opened her eyes and exposed in front of her a . . .

Under the sun his mate’s hair glowed a healthy deep orange, the stray strands backlit with a glow. This woman was stunning. He wanted to make her his already but it wasn’t the time yet. She had no idea he was the Dragon King. For now she thought of him as just another dragon. His size alone showed he was the King, but to a human that wasn’t known. To humans they all looked the same. Out of his control, he yawned sleepily. Having been poisoned and his system clearing it out so quickly, he was ready to sleep now. He would have to crash soon.

As Edon continued its evolution, so Neyalha and Gheyaral came to know that they, though immortal, also felt a desire to have progeny that could serve not only to expand the race of Dragons, but could aid them in their task of guiding the inhabitants of Edon. And so were born to them, emerging from their shining, silvery shells upon the highest peak in the Erimanthe Mountains, a pair of young Dragons. As with their parents, so too were the young ones a male and a female. Yet they were so vastly different in appearance it was immediately evident which was which. The male was dark, his scales an iridescent black that shimmered with ripples of color in the morning light. Red eyes glowed beneath

Apart from the rooms rich treasure he believes what is important would never be locked up but on the other hand dragons are possessive. “This orb will show you what you need.” “So there is no scroll?” “Dragons a private beings whatever rumors that are fabricated that are not threats, we don’t care for them.” “The orb reminds me a little bit of a literal cliché.” “Well, there are a few truths in human mythology.” “You mean mythology written by humans.” “If you wish to put it that way, yes.” * “What do I do?” “Touch it and breath, calm your mind.” “Okay that sounds easy.”

I just hadn’t expected him to smell so good, given that he’d been sweaty before dinner and now it was dried to his skin. He stopped, shifting me closer to his chest. I wrapped an arm around his shoulder as he bent down, opening the door to his room. It was dark, but he didn’t bother with the lights, stepping inside. He let the door swing shut behind us with a soft snick. He shifted me in his arms again and started walking. I didn’t know where he was taking me, but I didn’t really care. I just wished that he had turned on the lights. Did dragons have better eyesight in the dark? Was that why he had left it off? Though they may look like humans, I knew that my mates were anything but. I could

"Lord Vorgath, the little ones are breaking through!" In the padded chest, the three dragon eggs trembled slightly. Soon, cracks spiderwebbed their surfaces as I watched with awe and expectancy. These were Draken's hatchlings… our hatchlings! With a sudden burst of light, three hatchlings burst forth from their shells. Purple-gold rays streaked through the sky, and celestial clouds scattered across the heavens. Birds soared and cried out in unison above the dragonlands. "By the gods… Half-beasts with Aetherblood!"

“Clara, wake up.” Damien’s voice was as soft as a feather brushing against my ear. I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in a comfortable hospital bed. The room was quiet, save for the gentle hum of medical equipment. “The children—” I struggled to sit up. “They’re perfect,” Damien said, stroking my hair. “Look.” I turned my head. Next to the bed was an incubator. Three dragon eggs lay nestled inside, each the size of a basketball, their surfaces shimmering with an iridescent, rainbow-colored light. They were as beautiful as works of art.

He turns and looks at me with excitement in his eyes. “I understand your father found a golden egg. A queen egg, Skylar. Do you know how incredible this is?” he asks. I smile and nod, turning away from him toward where my father and his men are coming in on horseback. My stomach sinks. Only a queen dragon can produce a queen egg. If this is true, it means that my father has not only found a very rare egg, but it also means that the queen and potentially the entire Thunder of dragons will be raining fury down on our kingdom soon.

Creed's eyes soften and he takes my hands leading me to sit down on the bed. “Yes, heat. Your dragon and body are working together to get ready for a baby… usually the first heat causes you to get pregnant.. I don’t want you to freak out because it’s normal but it hasn’t happened in a long time, there’s no other female dragons other than you. You will feel hot, needy, uncomfortable and the only thing that’ll give you relief is to mate with me, we can try ice baths and other things-“ he says sweetly, before he can finish I cut him off. “No, I’m ready. I want you Creed…” I say breathy, needing him, wanting him.

She placed the egg in the ritual circle, which had previously been wrapped in luxurious fabrics. Azalia had never seen a dragony's egg before. It was way bigger than a chicken's egg, which had to be expected, and had a beautiful orange colour with red stains scattered over it. It was gorgeous. Azalia wondered when it would hatch and if she would be able to get a bond as strong as Melech had with Thali with the baby dragony that would come out of this egg. It would be amazing to have her own dragony to care for. Melech seemed greatly pleased by the gift, too. It was funny but Yael had ended up giving them one of their best gifts, if not the best, even though she was against their marriage...