Dragon Maid Author Novels & Stories

“But how do you know I'm brave or bold? I haven't come here before—” “We saw what happened at the field yesterday, girl. It's something that has never happened in centuries. Someway, somehow, you brought that dragon here and there's no doubt that you're a brave girl,” the woman laughed. “Minerva, who would want to climb on a dragon as huge as that?” The woman asked and Minerva saw a smile bloom on her face. “Me.” She looked at the woman. “I wasn't scared of it. It was fun too,” Minerva replied. Her eyes brimming with joy as she told the woman.

I was six months pregnant, dragged away by enemy soldiers outside the gate. After the gates shut, an enemy blade pierced my stomach. Blood spread beneath me. They laughed and kicked me from the cliff road. I thought I would die. Then Kael Drakon appeared. He descended through smoke and ash on his frost dragon. That was his bonded dragon. Later, the fire-dragon egg I brought with me hatched on the day we married. From then on, frost answered to Kael, and fire answered to me. He drove back the enemy with ease, saved my life, and became my husband.

It’s been so long since I’ve heard that sound that it makes my heart hurt. “Who is that, dragon?” Merellien asks me. “That is Elio, Princess Keya’s dragon.” “What is his element?” he asks. “Fire, like mine. But he’s a hybrid, he was once a human, created in a laboratory by scientists.” “Human scientists?” he asks. “Yes.” “Why would a royal want a dragon like that?” he asks, as if Elio is somehow less of a dragon because he was once a human. “Elio is a very powerful dragon. The scientists also added Lycan DNA to him, giving him an Alpha aura along with the power of the fire dragon,” Laiken answers. “May I reply to him, my rider?”

Catori jerked awake with a stare, her head spinning from the rush of getting up too fast. She hawked around her bedroom, noting that it was still night. Catori's sheets were drenched in sweat, her head throbbed as she fell back down on her bed, waiting for the dream to recede. Her dream about those dragons felt real, then she remembers. Dragons are real, she saw them with her own two eyes, twice. Catori pulled her sheet over her head, fearful that she wasn't safe in her room. Feeling restless, Catori turned her night light on. That was when she noticed an old red binding book on her bedside table.

I say. “I had no idea,” Flavius responds. “Alira plays a major part in dragon culture. Anyways back to the story, I was going to tell,” I laugh at myself for getting distracted. He nods, urging me to continue. "Thousands of years ago, before dragons or humans walked the Earth, there was a goddess, Alira. Alira was the goddess of war, fire, and wrath. Though she was powerful, she was also lonely and jealous; many of the other gods had created their own races to live on earth, such as the fae and the elves. Alira wanted the creation of her own. Thus, she made dragons. She was very proud of her creation, as the dragons were everything that the other races were and more; they were beautiful, str

On the desk sat a large white covered book with gold dragons on the cover. Rain walked to the desk and waited for me to sit down before she opened the book and scooted it closer to me. She then sat on the corner of the desk facing me and said” If you read this part of the mate book you will understand the mating ceremony. After I will tell you about how Reya is and what to expect from us as your mate.” I looked into her eyes for a few seconds and then began to read. The book was old but the pages were pristine and the letters in gold. It didn’t take me long to read the few pages on mating a dragon woman. I now understood why Rain held apart of herself back from me. Dragons, no matter the gen

After that incident, the thoughts of becoming a dragon consumed me day and night. When I was a teenager, Meagan told me of the curse. She also explained how she came to finally love the dragon after he stole her from everything she knew. She wistfully said that one day a very lucky woman would be Tahr's mate, transcend, and fly by his side forever. I lived by those words. It didn't matter that the lucky woman needed to be a chosen bride; my imagination built a different story. One where I became a dragon. The mate stuff, not so much. I wanted Tahr but at the time I wasn't fully aware of what that meant. I wanted my own castle and land to control. It all changed when he held my hand and took

“The Mage Wolf had created a barrier in a way that no other mage could break with their Elemental power. It would deflect their Elements against them. Then Madame used a portal created by the Mage wolf and hid the Pearl. However, a few decades later, we learned that the Mage Wolf was brutally killed. Why? No one knows, but everyone speculated that it was because her power was untamable and fierce, overpowering both wolves and mages. Hardly anyone knows about this part though, so I won’t blame you for not knowing either. Madame herself mourned her demise after she herself passed away, which was strange because she was a young dragon. Some say it was because the Mage Wolf and she were platonic

If this was what love felt like, then Dawn was willing to forever remain drunk on it. Likewise, Aqua clung to Dawn tightly, enticing him with everything she had. In years to come, the aspiring writer would eventually churn out many best-selling fiction about mermaid romances with the most popular being a mermaid’s letters to her human lover sent in glass bottles titled “Dear Don”, inspired by the little things she kept bottled up whenever they fought, but never letting the flame die. *** “Dear Don, I wished you’d buy another blanket with all the money you spend on expensive gifts so that you would stop snatching mine.

[Carnelia] I never expected that the name that would spring from her lips would be the same as the name I first encountered at the beginning of this adventure, in the pages of a children’s book read to me by my mate before I even understood what a mate really was. Even before I knew what it was to be a dragon, that name had importance to me. That book was the first book I ever read. My name, Carnelia, was picked from its pages. Oaestr is the mother of all dragonkind. The first of us. Surely she isn’t that Oaestr. I’m not even sure that she was ever anything more than a fantasy story told to hatchlings to help them make sense of the confusing world we live in.