Dragon Stories Novels & Stories

"I was reading this. It said that there are millions of dragons all over the world, some living amongst humans. While some are a warring factor with their own." "Your can read this?" Rydstorm asked, once again amazed by her. "Yes, am I not supposed to?" "Well, it's Tunica. A lost language, but the native tongue for us Dragons, though few understand it." "Why are they fighting?" Rydstorm flexed his jaw. "It's just in our nature." "So it's natural to kill each other and force a rapid decline on a soon extinct species faster?" "This war had been going on long before I was even born, Catori. It has to do with a son of Roma taking the throne from the son of Apepi."

According to Jennifer – no, according to the myth of the dragon made specifically for children’s bedtime stories – there was a man whose sole purpose included protecting his loved ones. “Some parts of the story were lost throughout history,” Jennifer told her, “but the story recites this man, who was once a Knight, found out that his family members were the dangerous ones. They were planning a rebellion that would kill hundreds of innocents and throw Elantro into war. Without a choice, he murdered his entire family. Angry about the man’s decision to slaughter his family without consulting him first, the Queen of Laera transformed him into a dragon, the one creature that the Knights were accu

Drakaina will be part of her – forever. When Hana was in the cave back on the mountain where she and Seraphina took a long trip just to get the dragon’s quest. While battling between Hana and herself – Drakaina, even she knew it was impossible for her to defeat her own other self. The darkness within her is more powerful than she thought.

The last question sounds more like a demand than a question. "Argon is the name. Kin of the mighty, highly-favoured, and aboriginal dragons..." "The infamous chief of all flying beasts— the golden dragon," they chorused. The lines were introduced to them back when they were little so that anyone who may not recognize them at first shall pay the crime of not recognizing the mighty dragons—the highly-favored creation of the god Azgorath. Her thoughts suddenly become disheveled. Part of her wants to delight in meeting a long-lost relative in the mortal world. Yet, when her memory reminds her of the kind of creature Argon is, she strides back.

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

I did not imagine he would answer, if he would not answer when the dragon would return, or whether the dragon would return at all. He had confirmed there was a dragon, however, and I did not think he lied; he would consider a lie to be beneath him. In hearth stories, the Fae and brethren would never lie outright, and Aurien had told me the Fae did not lie. They omitted, avoided, and misled instead. Aurien was definitely avoiding and omitting.

said the king with a serious expression . " What ?!.............What did you say ?! " said the three of the girls with a worried tone . " Apart from our world , there's also another world which is filled with magic , dragons and other creatures . I know it may be hard to believe but our ancestor comes from that world and now , the ruler of that world , the king of Dragons , is asking for one of your hands in marriage . He has stated pretty tempting conditions and also , if the order is not followed , we will all be killed . " said the king .

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

Those crocodiles and cunning monkeys. “The Great War between these two races lasted for centuries. Both sides have shed blood but the knot of hate between them has remained unbreakable.” See. Grandma was good at sewing her stories. I wouldn’t wonder why I had the gift of writing. Hehehe. As if I am a biological blood relative of hers. “Dragons are powerful, and they’re protected by magic. A fully-grown dragon can easily eliminate a dozen werewolves.” Grandma showed me some punching and kicking stunts. Haha. He’s a natural storyteller.

“For centuries, every kingdom has honored the Offering Pact with the Dragon throne.” Nobody spoke. “The Wolves offer enchanted weapons forged beneath moonlight. The Elves present ancient healing relics. The Mermaids give pearls blessed by sea magic. Even the Fae offer sacred enchantments and rare artifacts.” My throat tightened painfully. “But humans, we have nothing magical to offer.” The words felt bitter in my mouth. “No ancient power. No supernatural treasures.” I forced myself to continue anyway. “We only have land. Gold. Resources…” I swallowed hard. “And daughters.”