Dragon General Novels & Stories

Harris thought it was so magical being in the sky and looking at the two large dragons flying on their right. Harris could easily tell which one was Lana. Her dragon was almost half the size of Adonis and Atticus. Draven was bigger than both. His wing span was larger, and his body was twice the size of Lana's. Draven’s tail stretched out longer than the other two dragons. The spikes along his head and neck were sharper, more pronounced and longer, and his talons looked deadlier.

His dragon was on display for all to see and I gave the Elders a look as they asked him that question. “Are you calling me a liar?” Echo said through Wynter as his eyes shone yellow. “Magnificent,” Elder Jackson said. “This is truly incredible,” Elder Charles murmured. “Separate Echo,” I said. The Elders gasped as the dragon that was now a head taller than Wynter separated from him and growled at the Elders. Elder Neil actually chuckled at that and I had to smile as Abeloth rolled his eyes. “This is Echo, Wynter’s dragon,” I said.

she asked, her words muffled by her knees as she hugged them close, remembering Rhyzar’s mysterious ability to heal her. Gerda tilted her head thoughtfully. “You might call it magic,” she said, “though we consider it a gift. It pools in one among us—a blessed person we call ‘Draken,’ which in our tongue means ‘dragon.’ This gift can manifest in many ways—manipulating the elements, altering physical forms—”

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.

Dragon starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing faded Calavera tattoos, “Chain’s fine. Got a tension tool in my box. I’ll fix it antes de que (before) sundown.” Poking at the rusted exhaust, “Pfft. Tool ain’t magic, kid. And this exhaust? Sounds like a dying chupacabra.” Dru stifles a laugh. I shoot her a glare, but I'm trying to hide my own smirk with my beard. Dragon shakes his head, then glances up towards Dru on the porch, “¿En serio (Seriously) You think I’d let her hurt? I seen what happens when you don’t guard your crew.” Dragon rolls up his sleeve further, revealing a tattooed date—“2003–2019”—inked beneath the Calavera’s hollow eyes. The numbers curl like smoke from a prayer candle,

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

"You celebrate too soon. There is only one true dragon in this world, and that is the Divine Dragon of Etharia. The Dragon's Cyclone, created by Mr. Sloan, originated from the Holtrien octagonal formation. "He may have innovated and forged something deadly, but at the end of the day, the old ways still reign supreme. No matter how the younger ones twist it or flaunt it, they always end up bowing to their ancestors." "Break!" With a roaring shout, endless streams of energy around Andrew's body surged wildly backward, shooting upward. These streams all turned blood-colored, crimson, and black. Flames burned across the surface of these energy streams.

What he saw left him frozen in shock. At the center of the sea of soldiers, a brilliant beam of light shot into the sky and exploded overhead. A magnificent golden dragon materialized above the Western Forces. The golden dragon was lifelike and awe-inspiring. Its claws extended mightily as the dragon coiled in the heavens. It was a magnificent symbol of authority, a radiant totem. Gary trembled uncontrollably. His face was filled with disbelief, and his injuries and pain were momentarily forgotten. “The Dragon Warlord Totem! It’s impossible!” he cried and coughed up more blood.

Dude #2 yelled back suddenly. “Guys, we have no choice, we either do this or die when we go home, and if we run.. he’ll find us” dude#3 said. Unable to handle the truth of what awaits them, he started walking away from the other guys. ‘Sapphire, what are these guys?’ I asked my dragon, uncertain of their different scents. ‘That’s a delta dragon, gamma dragon and warrior dragon. That gamma dragon is the highest ranking one, deltas are like healers and warriors are obviously warriors,’ she laughed at me, making my fists clenched slightly.