Dragon Spells Novels & Stories

‘A crispy snack, that is,’ my wolf snickers. There are a few things that can kill a vampire. Dragon fire is one of those things. ‘Too bad Trent doesn’t blow fire but thunders.’ I don’t have a lot of experience with dragons, but Trent, Voros’ dragon, can easily tear apart a vampire in two. His power is that of the electric storm, making him one of the rarest dragons out there. Fire dragons are the most common ones, followed by ice and earth. Voros has never used his power since coming here, but he has been building up a storm for a few weeks now. The grey clouds covering the sky day and night are mostly Voros doing, and when we are gone, a much needed rain will flood this valley. With a bit o

The wolves gather around as Ophelia raises her hands and says, please Welcome our lost Dragon King and Queen. The wolves Howl around us as each of the witches binds our hand together with coloured ribbons; Ophelia’s is green, then a red one is bound around us, then a blue one, which I now know is the colour of Dylan’s dragon and lastly a gold coloured ribbon is wrapped around our joined hands, I raise an eyebrow unsure of why one is gold, Ophelia smiles as she says “Our Dragon heir” Our baby Dragon will be gold…. The head witch raises her hand to the sky before she says,

My fist clenched so hard that frost spread across the desk. He exhaled loudly. “You know how powerful he is, Draven. If you suppress Karl for long, he'll force control…it will be catastrophic.” I knew that already, better than anyone. Karl is not like other dragons. He is stronger, more violent and far less stable which was exactly why women died around me. I finally turned to Ariel “That...is exactly why I will stay away from her.” His brows pulled together. “You think distance will solve this?” “Yes.”

“It’s hard to stay out of trouble. Training has taken up most of my time.” “What do you do when you train?” I asked, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it. “I have to work out with the thrall. Be available to spar with the others.” “Thrall?” I asked, figuring this was the best time to learn a little bit more about them. “Yeah, wolves have packs. Dragons have thralls or flocks.” He said, plugging his phone onto the charger and sitting it on top of one of the cardboard boxes. “Our kind need to be around each other. It soothes our beasts, makes us stronger.”

Lizzy mused. “They looked at me as if I was a bug to squash,” Chloe said bitterly. “Perhaps, if they knew your origin, they’d think differently,” Lizzy offered. “Now, tell me about the dragon part. How marvelous to be able to transform into such a majestic beast. How very lucky. Did you know that there is a planet in the Oobla galaxy that has some of the most advanced scientific minds in the universe and these minds are housed within the bodies of dragons? Your Tristan is a blessed soul.”

The one with topaz scales was named Ortinbras, the one with silver scales was named Neceron, while the last one with pristine white scales was named Celtore. They were all women. When Ellaine asked about it Finrod said, “Contrary to chauvinistic views, no dragon is male. All of them are female.” They were grouped to each dragon. Ellaine and Yntreia went with Neceron. She eyed them both quietly and after sometime said, “I am glad to make acquaintance of the pixie Princess and a woman of great importance.” They exchanged courtesy but Ellaine was left brooding. Neceron’s remark about her being ‘of great importance’ added to the anxiety she felt with Yntreia’s prophecy.

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

The bare-branched trees won’t serve as a proper cover for anything and then I look up in the sky… My breath hitches when I see the white dragon, An arctic dragon, ethereal and lithe as it flies not too high up. Its shadow covers me momentarily. I stand there mesmerised as I watch it fly for some time with a strangely thudding heart. The afternoon rays of the sun reflect on its snowy white form, making the greyish-white wings look veiny and almost translucent and making it look more majestic. An arctic dragon is as rare as a basilisk. I feel my heart lodge in my throat when the beast slightly tilts its head, its beady black eyes meet mine. Its gaze narrows slightly before it veers and begins

she said and a tiny dragon of fire appeared in her palm, Danté sat there like a kid watching new toys, the two little dragons so life-like if one wasn't burning and one clearly made of ice and water, he would have been fooled. "Drakania is basically a female dragon, many years ago wizards teamed up with knights and taught them this magic, with the exception that the chant starts either with her speaking Drakania, or him speaking Drakkon, the most famous of them was Merlin" Amber said. "So he wasn't just some foney?" "No, Merlin was just as much a part of the round table as the knights were" she said sitting back again. "Very well" Danté said and Alister continued.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.