Dragon Golden Novels & Stories

Wrapped in blinding light As every dragon looked up in astonishment. Because above the forest Two enormous figures had appeared. One dragon made of golden light. One phoenix made of silver-violet fire. And they were flying together.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

100,000 Golden Dragon Guards were known as the most powerful combat capability in Peerless Dragon Gate, and they were supreme. Only the previous Dragon Lords could command them, while Lin Chong had the most powerful combat capability in Peerless Dragon Gate, 100,000 Golden Dragon Guards chief. At this moment, the golden armor of the Divine Dragon Guards glittered with golden light, which was eye-catching. They slowly stepped into the heavy town at the border of Europe, and with each step they took, it shook the crumbling town.

My parents stand nearby speaking quietly with Elarion, the three of them discussing the last details of the rebuilding efforts even here at a funeral. Kings never truly stop working. When I step into the clearing, Aurelion’s gaze finds mine immediately. He nods once. Everything ready? I nod back. Yes. At the far end of the clearing, the pyres wait. There are many. Too many. But one stands apart from the others. Jakob’s. The largest. The highest. Built from carefully stacked cedar and ironwood, with his armor and weapons laid across the top. His dragon crest rests near the center.

It made him panic. Darryl cracked a smile when he noticed White Tiger King’s flustered expression. "White Tiger King, this is called the Trap Dragon Thorn. These Trap Dragon Thorns were specially invented by humans to deal with the Green Dragon clan. Once being stabbed, any powerful dragon will inevitably lose the ability to fly. I believe it is very painful. Even the Green Dragon clan could not bear the torture of the Trap Dragon Thorn. Would you like to try it?” Darryl said slowly to make himself clear as he had a relaxed expression on his face.

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

Its scales shimmers like polished obsidian. Hiro noticed nine towing rings of different colors— Ruby red, Sapphire blue, Emerald green, Amethyst purple, Gold, Silver, Copper, Bronze and Iron— adorn its mighty neck. Hiro knows the rings might mean something to the dragon. "You came at last to free me from this. Thank you, my King." the dragon spoke which made Hiro smile. It was a female Dragon. "You are very magnificent." Hiro told the dragon. "Thank you and you are small," the dragon said again and if possible Hiro's smile grew wider. "Come, let's go. It's been a long time since I flew and I want that." She added.

It effortlessly blocked the attack. Andrius’ expression changed. “It’s my turn!” Arthur laughed loudly and drew his weapon for the first time. It was a sword that was entirely golden in color. It appeared plain, but in the early days of the new dynasty, it had a formidable reputation for slaying countless enemies. One side of the dragon was engraved with a dragon and phoenix, exuding a majestic aura, while the other side depicted a thunderstorm, symbolizing the might of the heavens.

The elderly vendor, with weathered hands that spoke, held forth an exquisite piece. Intricate links of gold, meticulously wrought, formed an elegant chain that draped seamlessly, creating a delicate framework for the centerpiece. At the heart of the necklace rested a sizable blue gemstone, capturing the essence of the deep ocean in its rich hue. The gemstone, cradled within a golden setting, emanated a mesmerizing brilliance that danced with every movement. Its facets catch and refract light, creating an ever-changing play of colors that evoke a sense of desire.

Cory asked, perturbed. “The King and Queen request to speak with you both at once, Sir. So, I suppose your play time is over,” he teased without changing his expression. “Go on, get out of here, you big galoot! Tell them we shall be there shortly. And do not tell them where you found us,” Cory warned. Geoffrey whipped the wrap from his waist, transforming into his emerald green dragon. He wrapped the scarf around his foot using the opposite claw and took off, spreading his magnificent wings out. “He is a very beautiful dragon,” Alicia commented, watching him fly away. Cory felt a twinge of jealousy that she was admiring another dragon besides him, her mate. He stared at her with a frown, and