Dragon Ga Novels & Stories

Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face. He wasn’t upset that his beast was lighter than mine in fact he seemed proud of me just like I was proud of him. I had been worried about not getting a violet dragon but never did I think I would get a gray one. Lucas had told us how the previous Elders had been mystified about his beast because gray dragons were so rare. “You okay?” I asked Chase as he wiped his forehead. “I don’t feel very well,” he said and Rev went to stand next to him and placed his arm over his shoulder.

"What is it, Sophia? Something is bothering you." Sophia exhaled. "Yes." She crossed her legs Indian style. "Your name is Elijah, isn’t it?” Whether or not he was surprised, he didn’t show it. She wished he would open his heart to her but she doubted that wish could be true at any moment in time. Sophia raised her knees slightly and slipped her forearms below it. “Gaea came to me in a dream. She told me that the war between the Knights and the Dragons is far from over.”

GAVRAEL ~ As I stood beside Adaira, I had to get a grip on my anger because if I unleashed my fire while raging, I may destroy the pack along with the creatures. I reminded myself that Adaira was safe now that I was here, but it had been a close call.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"

''Noelle this is Dagahra my dragon,'' Gabriel says. The dragon slowly walks to us and puts her big head in Gabriel's arms. He scratches her behind her ears, ''It was believed that dragons were extinct, but we found frozen eggs in these mountains. We hatched them with fire and kept them hidden for many years. They are remarkable really; they chose a human to bond with and accept nobody else. Only their master can ride them, and they would die for their master.'' I slowly approach the female and she snorts at me which makes smoke come out of her nose. Gabriel pets her nose, ''It's okay Dagahra, she is with me, and I like her, okay?''

Glossary For Draygonian – Disoshhl'ach --- thank you – Rinissshh-- a slab of meat from the Rini animal (looks kind of like a tri-tipped cow) – Saah- yes – Ssshrat sa rinissshh-- eat your meat – Laarooss-- welcome to my place – Laarosa-- your welcome – Rahosha- drink that comes from Rini – Drayssnar-- Dragon king – Draygana- female dragons

And so when the Dragon God's name leaves my lips, the air around me seems to still. “Kagran. That is your name, isn't it?”

Kailo shifts quickly, his clothes ripping, and his body increasing in size. In seconds, Kailo becomes a large orange-red dragon, with a muscular form and short, powerful wings. “He’s not a Fury,” I mutter in realization. One of the guards nods. “Lyza and her uncle are the only Fury dragons that anyone knows of.” I hear a cry and see Lyza on her hands and knees. Her face is twisted in pain as her bones move and rearrange themselves. Her skin slowly becomes black and scaled, and her limbs bend into clawed feet.