Dragon Poor Novels & Stories

"Dragons really dig treasure?" "All the tales that I have studied indicated it to be such, so I arranged for this small donation to be brought here," the new man said. "Small donation? You could pay off the national debt with what's in that nest." "But that would hardly be as interesting," the man replied. "So you are the infamous Shamira Stapleton of the house of Stapleton, current incarnation of Shadow Wing." The man bowed gracefully. "It is indeed an honor." When his head came back up, his gaze was instantly drawn back to the slumbering dragon. "How long does it sleep? Is it true that it was born telepathic? How --"

She giggled and kissed him on the snout. One of the maids, realizing she was naked, quickly covered her with a tablecloth. Cory’s mother ran and wrapped another one around his waist. They were both too caught up in adrenaline to notice. The couple laughed and hugged each other. The battle was over. Two Rogue dragons flew away, carrying their seriously injured king.

What the fuck? My beautiful wing, or what was a beautiful wing, is green. I hit the ground hard because I'm more concerned with my wing than what's below me. I stumble and right myself, and as I do, I catch sight of my other wing. My legs too. I'm green. I'm cursed. Or I'm dying. That's it. Some horrible disease carried by eagle poop has invaded this realm and now I'm dying. My dragon's curse is death.

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

Dragons controlled the business empire, growing wealthy off of humans' ignorance, while a life of crime was the most the wolves could look forward to. Bitterness grew in Gio, and his heart hardened as he witnessed how hard his father hustled to put food on the table. How was it fair that they lived in squaller while the dragons grew fat and lazy off the wealth. One day Gio would turn things around, and the wolves would rule in Desdayos again. Maybe then a new day would dawn—the day of the werewolves.

Philip slapped him again and said solemnly, “Did I allow you to stand up?” Dumbo’s angry words got stuck in his throat. He glanced at the people around him and Aaron who was standing beside Philip. He swallowed his anger as he knelt on the floor and said with a snort, “Young Patriarch Clarke, although I don’t know your background, seeing the respect shown by Captain Dole to you, you must be an extraordinary figure. In that case, I have to remind you that the person behind me is not a pushover either! He has the title of the Third Dragon King of the Northwest Mystic City!”

Mother Goddess- My child is ready to take her place among the corners but it is not my place to give her the throne of the dark-lings, that right is of her fathers who has yet to come to me. Drago is a man of mystery and his many centuries as a feral beast have changes his mind and heart to stone, only allowing his beloved daughter and grandsons in. “I no you’re here” he says from his place at the plush chair in front of the fireplace.

Shawn greeted Drake with a grin. Drake laughed at his words. "Yaa, I have this one last thing to take care of before concentrating on my wedding" Drake confessed. Shawn looked at him expectantly. "What is it?" he asked. "There is this red dragon named Cameron Diaz in the human world. I want you to inform all the green Dragons to search for him as soon as possible. This is impossible. He is a criminal. He offended the mate of a black dragon. I am sure you would know that there are black dragons as well" Drake said, pointing out the obvious.

The three men trudge up the stairs. The group meets up in the Alpha's office. Luke makes himself comfortable on the couch. Jones is content to stand in the corner while Matias and Diana make themselves comfortable behind his desk. "ALPHA!" One of the pack warriors runs in. "A dragon is here. He is insisting on talking to Beta Liam!" Diana straightens her back. "Did the dragon happen to give his name?" The wolf guard nods. "Yes, he said he was a Celtic Dragon of Fertility. Goes by Drogo." Diana's eyes beam in hope. "Show him in at once."

Lyle put an arm around her to steady her, but I noticed his eyes came flickering back to me. A drow is a type of dark elf that are known for their otherworldly abilities. They are said to have a connection with the underworld. A regular elf connects with life and mother nature, while a drow connects with death and darkness. Two different sides of the spectrum.However, a drangel is something even more rare. They are winged elves that were greatly reduced in number due to conflicts with the dragons years ago. They are serious-minded and considered ruthless. I remember when I was reading a book, I confused them with fairies, but my mother told me they were nothing like fairies.