Dragon Poor Novels & Stories

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.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Mango asked curiously. "This is the Nove Dragon Pool. The legend says that the Dragon King, who was the god of rain, had nine sons. His sons were trapped here as a punishment for breaking the Heavenly Law, and the people here suffered a lot because of the drought. Although the Dragon King wanted to make it rain, he could not do anything since the Jade Emperor did not order him to do so. Therefore, he could only watch the people suffer. Many of the children and women died because of the drought, and the crops all dried up too. Thus, the people came here to pray for the gods and seek protection. When the Nine Dragons knew that, they decided to help make this place rain because they knew that t

“What makes me so special that there are these rogues trying to kill me? What are rogues? Why did they get me pregnant?” “We don’t think that was ever the intention Davina. Rogues are made of shifters, witches and warlocks that have left their packs and coven or have been banished for wrong doings. I think Enzo wanted his fun before killing you. You are special because we are sure you are the reincarnation of the original silver dragon named Ryuu which makes you very powerful. We believe there is another silver dragon out there wanting to kill you so they can absorb your powers.” “You keep say we. Who is we?”

I stated softly, feeling a bit choked up with how much I missed him. Unable to help myself, I hugged him close. Despite all the warnings about hugging, he quickly wrapped his arms around me, hugging me. "And I always will," he promised. "Please understand that I only want you to be safe." "I know," I agreed softly. There was a low growl that rumbled from the doorway caused us both to jump. Tohr stood there once again in his black leather, his hair still down, giving him a wild look. This man/Draygon was a warrior… a Golden Warrior, staring down at me with a look of possession that burned deep into me. I slipped out of Erik's hug and turned towards him fully. I wanted to dare him to forbid me

Elder Peter asked me. Baz stood tall next to me, he roared softly in my mind, and Jax and Preston's eyes flew open. I could still see the sweat on Rev's brow as he took deep breaths. Jax stumbled slightly as he climbed off the bed and I got a good look at the dragon on his back. It suited him perfectly. "His name is Gradarth," Jax said and his father smiled proudly. "And yours Mr. Scott?" Elder James asked Preston. "Zurden," he said and he seemed slightly bigger than before.

She has no idea that this mansion is like a magical labyrinth; every corner could hold a secret. I'm yearning with all my might for that dragon-shaped, deadly snake to devour her and suck her soul dry. Dragazon feeds specifically on humans, their life force, and soul. This helps him stay alive in a world he doesn't belong to, just like me and my brother Maciel.

’ Draco Dragon growled loudly In meantime I tried to stand up from King Sargon chest… however when I moved King Sargon tightens his arms which were snaked around my waist…. His action confused me but Draco Dragon growling sound kept my sanity “My King…… I… I.. want to get up” I shuttered and tried to get up Seeing my struggle King Sargon let go of my waist and I hastily stood up and turned to look at Draco Dragon who was flying in circle right above my head in circles…

“Aurien is a golden dragon in man-form.” “I did not know they could do that,” Mariene muttered in reply. He stared at the map for a long moment, evaluating and absorbing. “So,” he said, scrutinizing Aurien closely. My dragon was no longer just my lover in his mind, but a weapon and seasoned soldier. “Through the dwarven mines? Will they accommodate an army?”