Dragon Ocs Novels & Stories

The dragon fought against Drago’s steady dive into the ground, Drago flicked out a knife and rammed it into the dragon’s head, its skin was too thick to cause any internal damage, but it caused the Dragon to roar in pain and obey its commander to descend. The members of Divine Victory watched in awe as the dragon dove towards them, Drykator stepped forward as the COG began falling back to escape from surely being crushed. “What’s he doing? " Drykator glanced behind him then he realised, throwing his tired body to grab Warren from the wall he threw them both to the ground out of the way causing a cloud of dust. The Dragon crashed onto the ledge with incredible force, its wing clipping Krona t

I nodded, now understanding why he was looking at her so intently just the day before. “She’s in safe hands. Return with honor.” Orion slapped my back, having me look at him wide-eyed. Did he just slap me? “Ready?” Odessa looked longingly at me once more as the three of us let our smoke engulf us. Black for me, navy for Nicholas, and light green for Amora. Our dragons reared their heads back, roaring loudly a battle cry that could be heard for miles. If Adam was lucky, maybe he could prepare himself.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

"I've never wanted anything for you but your happiness. Please grant me this." His head drops and Derrick places his arms around my brother. My goodbyes are quick after that. Now I'm fully dressed and flying on a crazy female dragon with a death wish. She's breaking all the rules of the realm with no care that the U.S. military might shoot us down. "Hold on," she yells into my head. A fighter plane comes out of nowhere as Roxy, as she asked me to call her, rolls to her side and takes us between two tall buildings. "We're doing this all the way to Arizona?" I question softly into her mind because her yelling has given me a headache.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

Allerick chuckled, “Mere rumours Trent, how true can they be? There was a rumour amongst the women folk in Avalon that I was only the size of a pickle. How preposterous is that?” Trent squinted his eyes and looked at him. “Never mind, what I’m saying is that oftentimes these rumours are not true, these rumour peddlers do so to put fear or to defame…” “I’m afraid your highness that this particular information is rather true. A dragon lives in the dreary sea and attacks all who sail across it”, Oswald interjected. “Oh!”, Allerick paused, “If you say so then it must be true then”

“I say we just grab him,” Felix said. We were on the roof of an apartment building behind a row of houses as we surveyed the house in front of us. The man living in the house was named Oliver Carnegie and he was an exiled dragon. His house was on a quiet residential street along with all the other nice houses.

Azura- “Are you ready?” I knocked on the bathroom door, where mine and Cyran’s sixteen-year-old daughter was getting ready. “Almost!” Angel yelled although it wasn’t necessary since I could hear her clearly. Tonight was the anniversary of Dragon’s becoming exposed. Everyone called it D-day. This meant that now that Angel had her Dragon, she could fly with her father for the first time instead of as a rider. I was a little envious of them now that they could fly around freely. Somedays I wished that I had become a Dragon and could fly with them.

The dragon rammed its massive head into the brick, shattering the balcony to pieces. Riona and Ciara stared wide-eyed at the dragon that glared at them menacingly. 1624

he said, bowing his head respectfully. Drake didn't answer, he just took a quick glance and then drove into the small warehouse parking area. The car he uses to go to this warehouse is a special car that he usually uses to carry things like this. Ordinary people may not pay attention, but in some places in the car already have a talisman attached. It is round in shape and made of an arrangement of large, glittering scales. People might think they were accessories made of snake scales or some kind of big fish, but they were wrong. It wasn't the scales of a snake, it wasn't the scales of a fish, it was the scales of a dragon. With such a talisman, any spirit contained within those objects woul