Dragon Spells Novels & Stories

Darryl questioned subconsciously. Yennie looked at the young dragon closely. She could not hide her shock as her voice trembled when he said, "A dragon is the strongest enchanted beast. Their energy and techniques include water, fire, and lightning. Some of the dragons have other special abilities too. However, that situation would only appear once every thousand or ten thousand years." Yennie took a deep breath and continued to speak, "I never imagined that your dragon could swallow the enemies even when it has not reached a mature age. That is quite unbelievable."

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

They also had a bottled-up anger on these filthy undead blood suckers. The castles, palaces,houses and forests everything was set on fire. Vampires were running for their life but eventually getting caught up in hell fire breathing dragons. Suddenly Drystan jumps off his dragon as the pair of blue wings pierced out his back, surprising everyone there. Loren held his breath in awe when Drystan started chanting the destruction spell. Drystan's long blue hair emitted the powerful icy aura, sending the child down the spines. Between the two hands of Drystan formed two round spheres. Each having glassy compositions of mana infusion. Drystan opened his dark black eyes which had blue iris.

The spikes along his head and neck were sharper, more pronounced and longer, and his talons looked deadlier. Lana's dragon was more beautiful and feminine than Draven or Adonis’ dragon. Her scales were a shiny golden brown, just like her hair. The spikes along her head and neck were shorter. Her body was thinner, less bulky and her tail length was shorter. Overall Lana’s dragon was a beautiful petite dragon.

I hate virgins, they cling and follow you around like a lost puppy which is why when I started the Dragon list I swore I'd never touch a virgin yet here I was watching Ms Jackson while she tried so hard not to roll her to the back of her head. “Eyes on me,” She looks up at me through her lashes. The smell of her arousal floods my nostrils. I clench my jaw and tighten the clamp around her nipples and she moans the sounds like music to my ears and makes me want to do things to her that the dragon doesn't do to women. When I created the dragons list I wanted to make every woman's fantasy come true and trust me I've had some crazy requests. I've never under any circumstances said no but the drag

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

I muttered. As the news spread throughout the dragon clan, whispers and murmurs filled the air. Some were in awe of Drogo's unexpected allegiance to Freya, while others expressed doubt and skepticism. Questions swirled in my mind, and I knew I needed to confront Drogo and seek answers. She was the only one who could give me a comforting answer filled with nothing but the Truth. Dragons aren't just flying beings, they are magical creatures who foresee the future and they never lie. They would always stand on the truth.

The guilt that had made her surrender now felt like poison in her veins. The king appeared on the battlements with a cruel smile. “Look at him,” he called out. “The mighty dragon king reduced to this. The spell will hold. He cannot touch us here. Prepare the girl. Lord Draven will arrive in two days to collect his new prize.” Vaelor heard the words. His golden eyes flashed with murderous fury. Draven. They planned to give his treasure to that ruthless beast. The thought made something inside him snap. He forced himself up again. Even disoriented and in agony, he refused to leave. He circled the palace from a distance, roaring Sera’s name over and over. Every time he tried to get closer, the

The old magic survived only through her, and through those she chose. She swallowed. “That’s one path.” The vision shifted. Now she stood among dragons Draynor, Grenon, and others she did not recognize. Her dragon form loomed vast and luminous, scales threaded with Circle-light. The Dawlya magic did not rule here; it listened. The Circle bent itself around draconic instinct, reforging ancient bonds broken centuries ago. Balance. But the cost was clear. The Dawlya would never forgive it. They would call it betrayal, corruption. War would come not from fear of her, but from hatred.