Dragon Fantasy Made Real Novels & Stories

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

A split second later, Cyran was loosening the straps on my ankles and then my wrists. Once I was free, Cyran wrapped an arm behind my shoulders and helped me sit up. His eyes were once again blue, but I knew that I hadn’t imagined them being purple. Whether I wanted to believe in something so peculiar or not, I knew now that he had spoken the truth. Dragons were real and he was one of them. When he unexpectedly crashed his mouth over mine, I was too stupefied to move. His arms came around me in a tight hug, which caused the pain in my shoulders to increase.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

Dragon was different—polite, calm, rational—and that was what frightened her. She approached him and asked boldly, curiosity mixing with defiance, "What are you doing, Dragon? Why do you act like nothing happened? What are you planning?" Dragon took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. With a mix of love and pain, he said, "I’m trying to kill the old Dragon—the cruel one who lost his little mate. I changed, Jenny. I changed for you." She glared at him in anger, recalling his words that she would only ever be Dragon’s whore. The powerful slap. His control. She continued to stare at him but decided to ignore everything, even his ghostly words that made her heart tremble.

I made myself a woman who followed and lived by her own rules, something my half-brother, Jackson Kwon, hated. Years passed and I built my empire, but I guess fate had something else in mind for me. The stories of the creatures from storybooks, folktales and fairytales told to children on sleepless nights became reality for me and threw me into the abyss of the supernatural... a world of dragons.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

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.

After that incident, the thoughts of becoming a dragon consumed me day and night. When I was a teenager, Meagan told me of the curse. She also explained how she came to finally love the dragon after he stole her from everything she knew. She wistfully said that one day a very lucky woman would be Tahr's mate, transcend, and fly by his side forever. I lived by those words. It didn't matter that the lucky woman needed to be a chosen bride; my imagination built a different story. One where I became a dragon. The mate stuff, not so much. I wanted Tahr but at the time I wasn't fully aware of what that meant. I wanted my own castle and land to control. It all changed when he held my hand and took

I dress as properly as possible. Clyde disclosed that he knew Zenith was trying to manipulate him and he was just trying to act the way she wanted and wanted to see what she would do. “Dragons are not so weak, especially a blue Basilisk,” he had said proudly. I could feel it through our newly formed bond and it both overwhelmed and relieved me. I was not sure what to expect since I have heard stories of mates like Vampire and Werewolf, A seer and a werewolf but never a bond with a dragon, well not until I heard about Lativia. However, I think it is not very different from these bonds.

I murmured. Tohr growled again, the sound slowly began to lengthen and deepen. I turned slightly to see Tohr shifting into his Draygon self and was caught off guard by the beauty of it. I expected painful popping and shifting like the movies portray. Instead, it was like a golden mist surrounded his body and slowly expanded until a dragon walked out of it. "Magic," I whispered. -Time to go, little fyre. - He whispered in my head, extending his clawed leg out to me.