Dragon From Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

Clothing shredded and roses exploded into petals as the dragon’s wings and tail whipped wildly, before a snort shrivelled the lawn into ash sending a strong scent of burnt hay into the air. “Shit!” Harry gaped open-mouthed as the dragon took full form. Strong clawed feet sank into the soil as his long tail rasped scale against the stone walls, and wings spreading, hooking on the veranda over the doorway, lifting tile and splintering wood. The dragon was a deep, dark green, with hard horned scales that darkened to black at the edges. “Well, I guess we know who your daddy is,” Harry commented. “He’s not as cute and cuddly as you, my love,” they added, putting their arm around Jules’ shoulders.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Draven. Even his name sounds mysterious. There is nothing on him that gives me a hint of what creature he is but I know whatever it is has to be magnificent. The color of his hair only, which is almost silver, is something rare and unnatural. “What is he?” My voice was too soft. “He’s a weredragon.” Wait what? A dragon? I'm actually looking at a living dragon? I have only heard of them in folktales. “An actual dragon?” “Rare, but yes.” Lucien turns slightly to watch my face. “You really don’t know much about the supernatural world, do you?”

He took the drink from my hands and fixed his eyes to mine as he took a sip/ “Does this help?” He smiled handing me back the tumbler. “A little. If your a dragon, should be drinking alcohol?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I?” He asked, his lips tilted up in a half smile I wasn’t used to seeing. It gave him an almost boyish charm. “Flammable liquid.” I watched as his grin deepened at my words. “I’ll be fine,” he said, his eyes twinkling as I accepted the drink.

Draco is commonly known as the Dark Lord, but he’s actually the Higher Power of Evil. “Silas has a point. Paxton is the first hybrid amongst the supernatural creatures,” Draco commented. Lucia sighed. “So, where do we even begin searching for answers when it comes to him?” “I don’t think it would be wise to go asking the witches about it. We would have to hold our own investigation,” I suggested before there was smoke around us. We coughed until it cleared up to reveal a beautiful Caucasian woman with long black hair and green eyes. “Silas Keller?” she spoke up.

“What the hell is a Dragon Knight? Are dragons real?” Felix continued. “Dragons are real. They keep to themselves, mostly, but they are controlled and ridden by Dragon Knights. Each knight gets a dragon at birth, one that was hatched around the same time he was born. And they are bonded for life. My dragon is Ignatius. You saw him yesterday.” I spoke slowly. “There were two dragons.” “The other one was Hades. He belongs to Charles.” I wanted to curl up and scream. “So you have magic?”

Those eyes burned like an unquenchable flame, testing her patience and scrutinizing her every move. Dragon sat beside his wife, Olivia, who exuded confidence and satisfaction as she spoke to him in a calm tone. His sleek black hair and sharp gaze made him resemble a meticulously crafted statue. Yet, what truly set Dragon apart was the commanding aura that surrounded him—a power that demanded either respect or fear. Jenny, on the other hand, wore a simple dress that highlighted her natural beauty, her wavy hair and green eyes giving her a captivating, understated charm.

I sat down awkwardly staring at great-gran, feeling so uneasy. "I never thought the day would come, when I would meet the offspring of Arkalis. I thought I would have joined my ancestors. I am glad to have set my eyes upon you, before I joined my ancestors." He smiled warmly at me. For a man who looks like he could die at anytime, he actually has a great and strong voice. "Arkalis?" I questioned. "Yes Arkalis. He is the name of the sorcerer that made the spell. The one responsible for men turning to dragons. And you are the descendants of that man." Mrs hardy answered.

I thought I saw a tail slithering in the darkness and I blinked again to try and clear my mind. I watched as the echoes made it hard to distinguish where the sounds were coming from and I could swear I heard something whisper Chase’s name. He had heard it too and he peered into the darkness. “Show yourself beast,” Chase commanded sounding a bit like Lucas. “Are you afraid boy?” the dragon hissed. “I’m not afraid of you beast,” Chase said and I almost laughed. “Your wish is my command,” the beast said. I saw the movement from behind the throne as the dragon lunged and merged with him. Chase’s eyes widened and then he screamed clawing at his skin. He went down to his knees and he kept screamin