Dragon Stories Novels & Stories

Curiously, I ask, “Did Tru’s grandmother tell her stories about dragons?” Alice rolls her eyes, “Yes, against Bill’s wishes. Gram always told the kids stories about fantasy worlds with fairies, sorcerers, unicorns, and any mythical creature you can imagine.” “Did she get them from a book or something…” my voice trails off as I find another drawing. This one looks like the pendent on the necklace I found. “I think she read them somewhere. She told them to Bill growing up too.” Alice’s voice is full of concern, “Is everything okay?”

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

Dragons described as gods in one text and tyrants in another. Truth, I was learning, depended heavily on who survived long enough to write it down. I searched for dragons too. Not the grand myths—I’d already skimmed those—but the quieter things. Social structures. Bonds. Politics. How dissent formed. How it spread. How it was buried when it became inconvenient. The whispers I’d overheard in the city clung to me like burrs. Structure shifting. Tradition under threat. Leverage. Those weren’t the words of people afraid of humans.

I glanced at the skinny,skin-and-bones little red dragon in the corner and said firmly,"I want him." The moment I said that,the Grand Druid and the beastmen froze. The Naga at my feet shifted into his half-human form,frustrated tears falling from his eyes."You'd rather take a dying little lizard than me?" Chloe and Bjorn looked stunned as well. The Grand Druid stepped forward to warn me."Elena,he is of the Dragonkin.Dragons are notoriously bad at reproducing.Besides,in our ancient legends,they are omens of doom and destruction!As one of the tribe's only two precious females,you must choose wisely."

Thank you so much, Princess Chloe and Prince Aidinth. We said our goodbyes and Aidinth and I continued our hike until we were at the top of the mountain. He looked at his watch, "We're right on time." I said, "I'm assuming that dragons get their energy from the sun, instead of the moon, like werewolves." He said, "Yeah. That's why we do this at noon." I smiled and hugged him until the Moon Goddess appeared before us. She said, "Aidinth, Chloe, are you ready for this?" I nodded and he said, "Looks like we are both ready." She said, "Okay, I want you both to stand in this circle." There was a circle that was surrounded by huge rocks.

The young women were eventually stolen away from all that they knew and brought to the dragon's realm. Our mothers appeared happy and I never doubted that my mother loved my father. Dragons produce only male offspring, so the stealing of virgins was as old as time. I think if we were able to form a bond with the terrified brides before stealing them away, we may have had a chance. This wasn't the Goddess's plan for us.

Apart from the rooms rich treasure he believes what is important would never be locked up but on the other hand dragons are possessive. “This orb will show you what you need.” “So there is no scroll?” “Dragons a private beings whatever rumors that are fabricated that are not threats, we don’t care for them.” “The orb reminds me a little bit of a literal cliché.” “Well, there are a few truths in human mythology.” “You mean mythology written by humans.” “If you wish to put it that way, yes.” * “What do I do?” “Touch it and breath, calm your mind.” “Okay that sounds easy.”

"Yes, I need your help in identifying a creature." The royal advisor looked at the king, confused, "A creature, your majesty?" "Yes. You two, show him." The mage showed the royal advisor the memory crystal. When he saw it, his eyes went wide, "I believe this is a dragon, your majesty." "A dragon? Aren't they a notoriously closed-off and secretive race that rarely leaves their territory?" "You are correct, your majesty. However, they do frequently leave their territory for trade with the elves or the Auhura empire. From what I can tell, I believe this could be just a child."

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.