Dragon Poor Novels & Stories

It was a sign of mourning that they carried around, all along the mourning period. Draco was next to the pyre, his face a mask of stoicism, but I could sense the deep pain and sorrow that he was trying to hide. He was the Dragon King, feared by all, but today, he looked like a broken man. His little son, Damian, was standing beside him, his tiny hand clutched tightly in Draco's grasp. I could see the grief etched on his face, and he kept reaching out for his foster mother, who was no longer there to hold him.

“Mr. Kiran, are you a victim of domestic abuse?” Kiran glared at him. “How could you say that?” Frank suppressed a laugh and nodded. “You’re right. My bad.” Kiran brushed it off and said, “The Golden Dragon died to save my life last night.” “The Golden Dragon is dead?” Frank gaped at him with sadness in his eyes. Kiran nodded. “It died outside of the York family’s abandoned buildings on Dragonsmount.” “S-Should I go take a look?” Frank was choking back tears.

Dax glanced at Malfoy coldly and continued, “Listen closely. I am Dax Wimbleton, the Southern Warzone Master.” With that, his followers and aides introduced themselves one after another. “Drogo Azure, also known as the Eastern Azure Dragon of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Tiger White, also known as the Western White Tiger of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Axia Vermillion, also known as the Southern Vermillion Phoenix of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.”

He loomed over me, his long figure blocking the faint light above, casting a dark shadow over his face. I couldn't make out his features, but his hot breath made my skin crawl with dread. “Hello, little Sarah,” he said in a low, gravelly voice. His words echoed off the cold walls of the cave. “You don't know me but I've heard so much about you. And I've been waiting for this moment. My name is Drako. And you, my dear, are going to make me immortal and powerful.” Drako? Why does the name sound familiar?

Perhaps she had woken up in a dream, Minerva thought and looked at the creature that was standing near a huge rock. The creature was a dragon and Minerva was certain of it but it was slightly different from what she had heard. People say dragons are black and ugly but the one before her was nothing ugly. So blue and beautiful. " You're awake," someone said and Minerva immediately recognized the voice. Composing herself, she stood up to look across from where she was standing to see him. He was standing there, like a Greek god Minerva had heard about because of their handsomeness. Minerva couldn't imagine such a beautiful man exists while she was hoping to befriend Noah, the most handsome boy

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

Drago answers. “WHAT!??” “We shouldn’t have drank from that stream. Either that or we ate that bird too late last night.” Oh great! First I’m in prison, then we get injured, almost starve to death and now we have a fucking parasite! This is the worst fucking day of my life! “It could be worse.” “How?” “Well we could be burning to death or drowning or eaten alive or…” “Yeah yeah I get it! Fuck you, Drago!” “Not my fault you’re a pathetic bitch of a man!”

Growling like he’s wants to eat his own disciple. “F-Forgive m-me, m-my L-Lord.” Captain Black Beard peeked inside which caused his sudden resignation to his disciple. “Daemon, the one and only son of Prince Tubigo, son of the Great King of Rainforest Biome and The Water Nation.” One step at a time into Lord Daemon’s room Captain Black Beard did. “And now, they call you the–” “Lord, Lord Daemon, God of all Cannibal Fire Eater.” Lord Daemon slowly approached the place where Captain Black Beard is standing.

Drezic growled. “He’s not eating properly. The doc says he is dehydrated and starving himself. Ben was given strict instructions on making him eat. Or he will be in the hospital again.” Brandon told him. “The doc knows him and says he will inform all dragons out there to help look for the golden dragon. Hopefully we can find someone that looks like the gold dragon and lure him back here with them.” “Gold is rare. The closest is yellow but Asrar wont be that dumb.” Drezic said as he ran his fingers through his hair. “We just need a bit more time.”

He ran as fast as his short legs could carry him, panting words of prayers. The shrill sound came again and he hid underneath a tree where the bird wouldn’t see him. He thanked the God for his height. Unfortunately the bird landed and he knew his luck was running out. It’s gigantic claws dug through the ground and it’s wings brushed away leaves from trees. His mouth dropped for he was seeing the legendary seven foot eagle called “Dark Dragon”. It’s owner never accepted it was just a very big eagle and called it a ‘dragon’. The bird began catching a sent make the dwarf scurry to a small lake.