Dragon Spells Novels & Stories

Suck on that, Drace. Drace smiled, winked at me. "Depends on the type of dragon you are. There are fire, frost, acid, and poison gas types. We'll do some testing once we get to Caer Sidi to see which one you each hold." She tipped her head to the side as she looked at Tag. "I'm not sure what to expect from you, since I'm assuming most of your internal physiology is still human, but we'll test that as well."

“The route with crystals is uncharged faerie magic.” Thinking back to their conversations, he thought aloud. “You said no magic can be used here.” Remembering Brandon’s insistence help him down, what he thought at that time a dark abyss. Flashing a mesmerizing smile and entrancing wink. “That was partly a strategy to get you to ride me.” His body is definitely not in sync with his rational mind, frustrated his body gave up the fight. Extremely grateful his dragon maintained his distance and he tried to deal with the restricting emotions. “Kiowa is technically a pure natural sprite dragon like the elementalist wolf before you.”

The dual element wielder gathered her magic to her feet letting her stand firmly on the ground despite the shaking of the earth. When the dragon emerged from the forest, Sophia was beyond awestruck. The only dragons she had ever met was Elijah and Gregory. And yet they were tiny compared to this one. Where Elijah was black and the epitome of darkness and fire itself, this dragon’s scales were elegant and shimmering in gold under the rays of the sun. It halted a few feet in front of her with its golden eyes seemed to bore into her soul. ‘Lady Sophia Laera,” a male voice boomed coming from the dragon.

I'm not sure what he's talking about, but it's scarring the shit out of me. "How about it boys? Do yall feel like having some fun with the princess here?" Chills coat my arms with the way Gold tooth looks at me. "What about you pretty little dragon? Do you want to play?" He asks me. I violently shake my head no. When he gets closer to me; I spit on him. My dragon is pissed. She paces back and forth trying to fight the spell holding her back. She's praying these stupid fuckers take off these handcuffs. As soon as they do; she's gonna kill them.

Music recommendation: After dark by Mr kitty The Dragon released its fire on the moving corpses as it soared through the sky and to its greatest surprise the corpses when reduced to ashes would instantly reform it's self to their original form, realizing attacking the corpses was pointless she searched for Leonard knowing taking out its source would release the spell.

Oh my goddess! I am almost afraid to ask which one Draknar is! Is he a Dragon Shifter ? Or Vampire?

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"

In dark window less extensively large chamber, King Erlenduris was busy conducting some ritual with his five disciples, it was dark room but was entirely illuminated by several torch lamp that were set up on walls of their surroundings, there was a big circular water pool in-between this room, King five disciples who were full wearing body covering green cloak had surrounded this pool in circle… King Erlenduris on other hand was standing naked in middle of this pool with his hand wide open and head thrown back and eyes shut closed, King and his all five disciples were busy chanting some spells. Jasmine was trying hard to figure out what was happening when she spotted Draco lying unconsciou

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.