Novel & Cerita Dragon Stories

“I just have to say that Drago Terranova is my other mate and I ask that you express yourself respectfully of all of them.” Inna raised her eyebrows and then looked at Rose in disbelief. “Is the thousand-year-old beast from the ancient bard’s tale real?” asked Inna, and Rose nodded, laughing. I wasn't getting it at all and then Inna went straight to arguing with Connor for not introducing her hero to her. “What just happened?” asked Rose uncomprehendingly. “Drago is the protagonist of an ancient Bardic legend,” said Rose. “In the legend, it tells of a dragon who guarded the ancient world and always waited for love; that's why he helped couples so they could be happy.”

A roar rattled the mountains, shaking the ash from the trees and throwing her to the ground. Elara’s blood screamed in recognition. Something deep, old, raw. Her grandmother had whispered stories of a time when humans and dragons shared blood, a bond lost to greed, betrayal, and magic forbidden. She had told them stories to scare children. But as the dragon landed, molten fire licking its claws, she knew the truth. And she knew she was the only one who could survive him. ⸻

I say, and he shakes his head. “No, I didn’t. Barko. How do you know this?” Vilkas asks the man named Barko. “Rhiannon, she spoke to me. I am the shaman of this realm. She came to me in the flames.” He says, and I take a step back. “Mommy, can we play with the dragons in the water now?” I look at Cyra and her eyes are glowing. “What do you mean, baby?” I ask her as Vilkas and the rest come closer to her.

Her eyes never left her husband who was leaning against his chair. “We've ruled this kingdom for nine hundred years before Vincent's father took over. And now, his son." Mr Gael started. He pushed to rest his face on his right hand with a long sigh. " I've never set my eyes on a dragon this huge Roseline. That dragon isn't a shifter. It's what we have been looking for for the past generations,” he concluded. Roseline dropped the teacup on the well polished jade tray and raised her head to meet his eyes. "What are you trying to suggest? Coincidence happen–”

She was touching Megan’s face and then hugging her again as they both cried. “What happens now?” Rylee asked. “We’ve completed the bond and it’s been accepted.” “And something else,” Elder Michael said with a smile. “What?” Lucas asked impatiently. “Megan has a dragon,” I said and Rylee gasped as Lucas turned towards me. “A dragon? That’s never happened before,” he said. “Quite right Sire Lucas, Kaida is the first of her kind that we know of, she’s a strong dragoness, graceful and beautiful,” Elder Cliff said.

Miracle as they call it, but Jai called it another chance. Like dragons in his world, they are believed to be the legendary entities that protects the world. They are legends that circulates almost in every culture. The most common stories depicted them as giant lizard with wings or giant serpent with long mustache. He never really thinks nor care about dragons existing in other worlds. It was only because of that dream on the first night he’s here that he was starting to wonder whether they really exist in this world.

Raging fires encircled her like a protective wall. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, feeling empty, hollow, lost. She could hear the sound of laughter, a cruel, demented laugh. Turning her head towards the sound, her eyes reflecting the flames dancing as they were slick with tears. Stepping through the flames, she stalked towards the person laughing at her, her hands partially shifted into the claws of her dragon. Ready to tear out the throats of whoever had dared to mock her.

"I am assuming you are familiar with this tale?" I nod in confirmation. "Have you ever wondered what happened before? Where Oestre and her Shadow drake mate traveled from.?" The story tells the story of a traveler and her mate who came to this world and laid their clutch. The first dragons. Most dragons treat this origin story as a myth, or a fantasy, a story to teach children about the way things are. Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge,

The watch ticked steadily, and this time, its sound felt like a soft applause for his freedom. Dante began to type again. “Once upon a time, there was a dragon who kidnapped a prince so the prince would forget how to fly. But the dragon forgot that the prince’s wings were not grown in a tower—they were born in the stories his father whispered to him before sleep…”

Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios. The Weredragons, too, drew him into their fiery domain. Born of the same sun deity, their essence was forged in the crucible of intense ether, granting them the awe-inspiring ability to spew forth torrents of fire. Leading this formidable clan is the figure known as the Dragon king who presides over their fiery realm.