Dragon Gir Novels & Stories

“How about Griga? What kind of dragon she is?” Rieska put her hand below her chin. “Griga is unique. She is the only crossbreed of the four.” “That’s pretty cool! I want one like Griga.” His eyes looked dreamy. If she gave him a dragon, he would use it to be stronger. The queen shook her head. “Sad to say, Griga is the only dragon of her kind.” “I see, then I’ll fly my own. Soon I will train to fly using my wings.”

The flapping wings almost blew Diana away, her hands reaching to her belly in instinct. Standing before Diana was Gelong—a predator version of Gelong. No trace of Gelong could be seen aside from his familiar glowing golden eyes that stared at her with intensity. He was now a dragon with peculiar scales of white with snow-like hair. Unlike a griffin, which was a creature of legend with the upper body of a fierce bird paired with the lower body of a mighty lion, a dragon was a legend among legends no matter what scroll or text it was! Gelong’s dragon body was five times larger than a griffin. The noble air around such a beast was palpable even from a distance.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

The one my mother told about in the story. Seeing the diamond graffiti written in dark red liquid on its temple, I know it was that dragon. The vetrik Jihn drakon. Its chest began to appear red as if the beast swallowed tons of coals on its throat. Its eyes glowed dark while its huge snout began to open in what seemed to be prepared to release something.

she asked. “They’re our other friends back in the dorm,” Dorin answered her. “Azra is a caladrius, while Dagon is a baby dragon Johan hatched from an egg.” He went closer to Eirian and lowered his voice. “We had to register Azra as a familiar so she can stay in out room.”

Diya prayed to not fall as they rose to the clouds, she was half enjoying the conveyance. After a while, they flew out of the clouds and close to the ground. "BIRDS!", Diya shrieked. The dragon blew fire and roasted the birds that all began to drop one by one. He raced after them, catching them all in his giant mouth. Diya closed her eyes tightly, going dizzy from all the sudden motion. After the dragon's snack, they flew over the savanna and Diya saw the Ennedi tiger, egbere, jengu. At the marsh, she saw the mokele mbembe then at a desert, she saw the death worm.

The legends didn't do him justice - the Dragon God was even more beautiful in person. Staring at him, I could tell that beneath his perfect exterior, there lies a hidden strength just waiting to be unleashed. The Dragon God’s eyes glowed with a fierce crimson red, and his cropped black hair moved as if blown by the wind. The spikes along his fingers and arms appeared sharp and menacing, but he seemed like he could retract them with ease. If it weren't for the black pants he had on, he would have been fully nude, his muscular torso with the finest of hairs on full display.

Elder Gareth exclaimed. "Shit you're old," I said to Baz. "That will be Sir Baz to you then," he said and laughed in my head. "So I take it that a grey dragon is exceptionally rare," I said prompting them to start talking. "The only mention of Bazzoit was recorded in the late sixteen hundred's, he was paired to a Sire of the Grey family," Elder Peter said. "And now to me… does that mean anything?" I asked them. "It means that your dragon is one of the oldest in history and therefor probably one of the strongest we've encountered in a long while. He will be able to tell you about his abilities as you both settle with each other," Elder Gareth said.

It was a desperate plea. The flap of the dragon’s wings was thunderous as it rose in the air, aiming straight for her bringing with it the noise of chains unfolding in the air. “Slave girl!” Vallezarii’s voice was lost in the chaos. The dragon’s upward flight shifted until it was flying directly at her jaws parted to claim her at its next meal. “Drakos forem ni khagris. Ehyra shis matra fyre,” Mare whispered. Where had she heard those words from in that order?

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab