Dragon Fantasy Made Real Novels & Stories

I know which way I want it. When he's naked, he grabs my hand, leads me to a large clearing, and releases me at the tree line. "Last chance. Once you see this I'll ruin all other men for you." He already has. He winks one beautiful violet eye and it completely seals the deal. I want him so fucking bad. "I'll chance it. Dragons are fantasy and I actually think everyone's been pulling my leg for over a year now." The smirk comes back. "In your dreams, sweet wolf."

Powering on the laptop took a lot longer than I expected, and then I got to researching. Bonding- the God, Dalion, wanted to give more protection to the creatures that he created by binding two people’s souls to each other. This is an unbreakable connection to enhance the power that is given to the Mythicals. In this connection the mark changes to show what dragon was bonded to one another. If a Mythical somehow bonds with a non-Mythical, The mark evolves into a dragon that curls itself around the shadow of a human. Slamming the laptop shut, I huff out a breath and wonder what the hell I just read. Unbreakable? What does that mean? I’m stuck with this random guy for my whole life?

There was Fenrik, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, but also a weariness that hadn't been present moments ago. He stood beside someone I didn't recognize, a tall, cloaked figure whose face was obscured by shadow. I saw myself too, in various forms—sometimes wielding a sword with unexpected grace, sometimes cloaked in dark, flowing robes, a crown of thorns resting on my head. In one vision, I stood on a precipice overlooking a vast, shimmering city, flames licking at the horizon. In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

He explained as he walked towards me and handed me the small box. “Usually, they are made of a special blood ruby that binds with their demon's magic. But since you are a dragon, I needed to find a different crystal to conceal magic as powerful as yours. So I had Garren fly to the Dragoon Mountains to retrieve it and then had Imelda use her magic to forge a special Fae metal that will expand and shrink when you shift so you never have to take it off.” I nodded as I looked down at the tiny box in my hand.

Narleen panicked as she looked at him before they fell back on Rosalie. “I call to the Golden Dragon. Use my strength and appear.” Rosalie spoke as she held out her hand palm facing the sky. Out of her palm shot sheets of gold that floated into a beautiful dragon shape. She lifted her other hand and purple floated out of her hand forming her purple dragon. “You stand between a mothers dream and her son. Now you will feel the wrath.”

Freya asks. “Call your brother now. He will confirm.” The man answers. “Who is our brother?” Mythi asks to test the man. “Black Dragon of Dark Knight.” The man answers again. “Call him.” “Mythi, video call oppa now! Hurry!” Freya tells her sister while staying on her fighting stance. “Okay, unnie.” Mythi says and contacts her brother. He answers immediately. His face looks worried on the screen. “Mythi? Why? What happened? Are you girls okay?” JD asks on the phone.

Sitting on two logs of wood opposite each other, Stefanos exchanged glances with Wraya, who stayed in the shadows of the forest but could be easily seen to the two, for he sat there like a dog, right on his butt. Glancing from Wraya to Draco, Stefanos sighed, seeing that this was going nowhere. "Look I-" "So you are telling me," Draco cut in, his head in his hands and eyes staring at anything but the beast. “That you have a Dragon at your disposal? A dragon?" "Yes." Stefanos nodded. Draco raised an eyebrow. "Do you expect me to believe that?" "The said beast is right in front of you. Whether you believe it to be a trick of the mind or just reality is up to how far your mentality can take it

Although like a rabbit, he felt Kade’s fear to close up and run but his dragon would go to the ends of the earth for him. His dragon vowed and worshiped his most prized possession, his dragon vowed protect and ensure none eight universe that would hinder his pursuit. Soon you will be mine and mine alone. “Then let’s get going.” Following the larger man. Kade somehow trusted Brandon enough to follow him through the unknown, life and back to that moment. “There’s endless nothing, even the crystals are diming to darkness.” Using the fire of his tip heated unlocking the door that just appeared. “The route with crystals is uncharged faerie magic.”