Dragon Fiction Novels & Stories

Apart from the modern human world , the earth , another parallel world existed , a whole world on its own that was connected to earth through a secret portal . The other world , was filled with dragos , magicians , witches , mystical creatures and demons . A world that humans think it only exists in fairytales for children............but no ! It was real and this magical world was ruled by king Damien PenDraco , a pure dragon . The PenDraco famiy's dragons were the strongest among the other dragons . Dragons in this world were a bit different from normal dragons . They had the form similar to human . They could transform into dragons too but most of the time they remained in a human form bo

dragons.A dragon so big laying comfortably on the stairs, his skin so beautifully blue...his tail was elegantly long.He was a monster."A dragon!" Alexandra said in a high pitched tone.His face moved...eyes wide open.The colour so adorable, it wasn't even just any colour but it changed from second to second.From green to yellow to red then to blue, he stared at the tiny little humans in front of them.In the wintry weather, he hibernated, they know he awoke by the sudden yell of excited Alexandra.He stood up arcing with out-stretched wings, each as brilliant as stained glass, they held their breath for a while, eyes wide.Perhaps it was the moment they waited for...the struggle...but was it wo

Drakaina will be part of her – forever. When Hana was in the cave back on the mountain where she and Seraphina took a long trip just to get the dragon’s quest. While battling between Hana and herself – Drakaina, even she knew it was impossible for her to defeat her own other self. The darkness within her is more powerful than she thought.

"Meat is hard to find. This is a Vampire festival, so there will be different types of recipes mixed with blood. You might not like them." [Oh, then let's just scroll through the whole festival and eat at last from my special bag] He chuckled a little and held my hand. There are many things that I have never seen here. There is a game called Rog. There is a drink made with human blood with a slight mix of dragon's scale. It gives a magic rainbow color to the drink, and it's flammable. It is said that the drink will make you feel high, and the pleasure is immeasurable.

The Nanny started muttering, looking under the covers and in the wardrobe, but the mischievous child couldn't be found anywhere. "Lady Lisbeth will have my head if I've lost the little shite again, Ragnar!" The heavyset woman left the room, deciding to try the library, hoping she'd have more luck there. As soon as the door closed, the ceiling shimmered, and the golden dragonling landed lightly on the floor. Ragnar Delgaard was a confident child. Despite the war that raged on between Dragons and werewolves, he would still venture outside to play in the orchards or breathe in fresh air-much to his mother's dismay. Today he had a sneakier objective in mind.

Drake eyed her as if trying to see the truth written on her forward, then an idea struck him and he subtly smiled. Dragons had special abilities attached to their scaly fire breathing form and his was quite unique. It was called truth farming. It allowed one to detect the presence of lies or bad intentions from a person's words. Except one was from the dragon clan, they wouldn't notice it if it was used on them.

Drake __FLASHBACK__ Two days earlier. “What did you find?” Dad asked. “They were hunters but not human,” I answered. “They were what Drazian has created,” Dray adds. We had caught a few of the creatures and killed the rest. They had come onto our land chasing after something or someone. They are vile creatures. They had been created by a hybrid. He was half-dragon and half-vampire. He has been capturing all rare and powerful supernatural species for years now. His favourite target is the rare and powerful gemstone dragons. He has been capturing other supernatural beings and experimenting with them. He is pure evil

“Because I am the infamous Draco Pendragon. I can spot a fae when I see one. Half-breed or not. She is fae and I am immune to the influence she was just attempting to use on me.” We all sit, dumbfounded and speechless. THE Draco Pendragon in human form was actually pretty sexy. He had a slender but muscular build, black hair he had gelled and combed back in a very professional business man style, wearing a business suit that would remind you of the Sopranos. His eyes were dark, almost black, but they held a lot more than most behind them. They say if you peer into a dragon’s eyes, you can see into their soul, but most go blind before they finish looking, thus, most people don’t mention that

“They were nothing like they are now, with their weaponry, and nuclear threats.” “So the war was between the other supernatural creatures?” I question, my eyes glancing around the room, taking in the treasures lining her halls. Priceless paintings hang on the wall, ranging from da Vinci to Matisse, even a few Chagall and Picassos hang on the wall. Human folklore was right about one thing apparently, dragons love their treasures and gold. “So stereotypical,” Chrys groans, shaking her head. “It’s not like I plunder villages to steal the townspeople’s gold. We just live long lives and collect lots of things. You would too if you lived tens of thousands of years.”

“My father used to rap me over the knuckles if I didn’t write neatly.” A melancholy smile plays over my mate’s lips as he reaches for my notepad and pen. He compares my inept translations to his own. “These are recipes for potions that kill various creatures. Vampires, nymphs, werewolves, Lycans-” he looks up at me – “this word-” he points to something that I couldn’t find in any of the dictionaries I’ve tried -“doesn’t translate as demon, it translates to she-dragon.” “What? Seriously? There were dragons?”