Dragon Stories Novels & Stories

DESCRIPTION OF THE REALM OF DREADOR Dreador is a mystical world inhabited by witches, wizards, dragons, and werewolves. Every century, a king is chosen from each part of the realm: the Head Sorcerer, the Dragon King, and the Alpha King of the Blood Moon Pack. Although these mystical creatures can travel to the human realm through a portal, they are only allowed to do so for a limited period.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

The king, legend had it, was cursed by a witch after he killed her mate—a dragon. The witch ensured that the cruel king would never escape his kingdom by casting a dark, smoky barrier around it. This impenetrable cloud prevented anyone from entering or leaving, except for dragons. Tragically, this curse also trapped countless innocent lives within Dravonia, leaving them to suffer the consequences of the king’s actions.

And his younger brother, who was slightly on the sane side, but unfortunately his brother knew nothing about it. “She is only plan B, dad. This time, Clan Firestorm will be destroyed. We deserve the power. We are as powerful as they are!” I heard his voice, and it made me want to peel my skin off. I was an idiot. Most of the dragons living in Draconià are now clanless, except a few clans from powerful ancient blood lineage. He was an idiot. He knew the crown chose Clan Firestorm. Before the Storms were royals, it was another clan. I don’t remember much about what happened. I had never been good at school, anyway.

The Nanny started muttering, looking under the covers and in the wardrobe, but the mischievous child couldn't be found anywhere. "Lady Lisbeth will have my head if I've lost the little shite again, Ragnar!" The heavyset woman left the room, deciding to try the library, hoping she'd have more luck there. As soon as the door closed, the ceiling shimmered, and the golden dragonling landed lightly on the floor. Ragnar Delgaard was a confident child. Despite the war that raged on between Dragons and werewolves, he would still venture outside to play in the orchards or breathe in fresh air-much to his mother's dismay. Today he had a sneakier objective in mind.

"I want you to tell me the story of the dragons again. I know it's a legend now, but I like to call it a story." I see her smiling. "It has been years since you asked me for it," she states. "I thought I grew up enough for stories." "And now what has changed?" "I have started to forget it, and I want to refresh it in my memory again. There is a point that I have entirely forgotten, and I want to recover it ". "Fine then. Here it comes. Many years ago, dragons discovered the supreme good that the Earth could offer to any of its creatures. A red gem, which the king of dragons named "The Heart of Magic" because of its shape, resembled a heart.

’ He asked trying to understand it. ‘If I told you what I am about to tell you then you would have never found Rosalie. She would have never found you and this war of finding the gem would have never come to an end. You would have waited for her to come to you which would never had happened.’ His mom told him. ‘You my son are a special dragon, said to be the rebirth of the king from so many years ago. The moment you where born was the moment I knew it was you.

He will do everything to restore his lost Kingdom and the reigning of Dragons as fundamental ruler of the planet Earth. Dragons need to exist because they are real. End of Flashback ~~~~~~~~ Oregon Dungeon Danym Pov All of them were star struck by my powers. We're all sitting on the floor while I'm foretelling my unfortunate dark past. At first, they didn't want to believe that I had powers and I came from a dragon's family. "When I was a child, my mother always telling me a story about dragons. She said that they are the first sons and daughters of Perun, first guardians of realms and treasures but I don't believe it!" Rene, the oldest started the conversation about dragons.

"Or maybe it's my do what I say because I'm hurt face." He sat down beside me on the bed, and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "It's an old tale about dragons. That they can come back from death if they weren't killed with the tip of their own wing." "Seriously? An old wives tale. How true are old wives tales?" I asked, playing with a string on the edge of the pillowcase.

Every word bit into my flesh as he continued to tell his terrible story. "Let me tell you a little bit about your father. Obviously you know now that he was what we called the King of the Dragons. A god amongst us if you will. Blood Dragons are well known for their blood magic and it's a powerful one at that. If he so much as wanted to, he could explode a mountain with just a snap of his fingers." Drake snapped his fingers to make a point. "He was revered as the greatest Dragon. He was compassionate, but also extremely stubborn." He gave me a pointed look before continuing.