Dragon Poor Novels & Stories

The next plague, The Death Dragon, an extremely dangerous being, which could reduce to nothing anything with its dark flames. The Prophets were almost extinct now, and the half-breed didn't stand a chance against it. When the Death Dragon or DD showed itself, the world started to shake and dragons emerged from the depths of the oceans, caves, forests, volcanoes and landed from the sky. The very few Prophets who still lived tried to fight DD thanks to their kindness despite how they were hunted down for their powers. Unable to defeat DD, in a desperate move, The Prophets cursed DD with a divine armor that sealed DD inside a mountain and absorbed its vital energy.

Baby dragons are the rarest of the rare, and every one born adds to the chances of the survival of the rapidly dwindling species. “What’s the plan Imelda? What is the potion? How do we get Christian back if all of the warriors and Old Guard combined cannot succeed? What hope do we have?” She sounds dejected and falls back to sit and rest. I can give her an answer, but she isn’t going to like it.

O’er cliff and cave, through mist and gloom, She carries life back to the womb. A phantom swift, a breath, a sigh, The thief who makes the dragons cry. Skylar I jolt awake, disoriented because of the very real dream I was having where a golden dragon was talking to me. I shake my head. Okay, maybe that wasn’t a dream. Maybe that was real. Or was it? “My lady! My lady, you have to get up. The thief stole the egg! King Augustus is furious!” one of my maids says.

“Were you planning on placing her before the king without warning her what to expect? Did you want her to be traumatized all over again when King Edgar turns into a dragon in order to fly up to his chair, only to revert back to a man when he is seated? Did you intend to keep her in the dark about what she carries in her belly? Believe me, son, if she was not pregnant before, I cannot believe she is not now. Venom or not. You have been with her far too many times for your seed not to take hold. She says she loves you. How can she love you when she knows not what you truly are? You must tell her and you must tell her now.” “Your king turns into a dragon?” she gasped as she inched away from

Naomi asked further. "Then you die," Daegal stated bluntly but upon seeing the fear in Naomi's eyes, he explained more. "I do not doubt that he will choose you too. Dragons are extremely intelligent and invaluable beasts. They can sense evil intent from a mile away." "Is that why Dreygor almost ate me?" Daegal chuckled. In a singular move, he tugged Naomi on top of him and placed a soft kiss on her lips, catching her bottom lip between his teeth and sucking gently.

"Sir Draco just left Drogoton this morning in search of a man called Crutcher. Drogoton also encountered a new species of monsters they’re calling minotaurs. These creatures’ bodies are as hot as lava, and bullets are ineffective against them. Drogoton is currently using large amounts of concrete and rebars to expand its walls. They told us to prepare ourselves to go up against these monsters. That's what I’m here about." "Do you have a picture of these minotaurs?" "I do.” Juan took out his cell phone and brought up a photo. "These are the minotaurs that almost took down Drogoton. It was thanks to a pair of eyes that they were saved." "A pair of eyes? What do you mean?" Sage asked.

The tears, the unhinged emotion, the humiliation of begging for something from a dragon prince. Creator, what am I doing? I stepped back away from him, wiping my face furiously with the back of my hands. "I apologize," I mumbled, lowering my gaze to the floor. "This was... inappropriate." He didn't say anything. "Forget I said anything. You already hate me anyway." Draven slowly turned on his heel towards the door. I looked away, staring at the floor again. It hurt less that way. I heard his movement stop which made me look up.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

She liked to read thriller novels and preferred romantic movies where she always cried at the end. She had light blue eyes with dark brown hair, and a smile for every person she encountered. She believed that the world was filled with people only trying to survive and that they were generally good. Her real name though was Charlotte Douglas and she had moved around quite a few times from Elko, Nevada before settling in Epworth almost five years ago. She had changed her name and worked at the diner for four years before buying it from Mr. Carlson who finally decided to retire at the age of seventy.

I asked. He hesitated, sudden silence growing between us. "Don’t cut corners, Jasper," I warned in a sharp tone. "Spill it all." "You’re not gonna like this but I'll say it anyway." He said with a sigh. "Remember the guy who approached Penny at school? Claimed to be her daddy’s friend?" My back straightened. "Yeah?" "Well, I did a full sweep on his image after pulling it from the school’s parking lot footage. That guy’s name is Dragon, real name still digging but he’s a known rogue, Chloe. His record is long: assault, extortion, even some unconfirmed drug-related activity."