Dragon Story Eggs Novels & Stories

The sun at the highest peak of noon. lukedonia packed with several dragons from other Continents. The ceremony was packed with colorful dragons floating in array in the air, the sound of drums, item vendors display their craft and services, merchants moving into the city with large carts, and the rituals of a baby dragon prince commence. “The baby dragon inside a shinny blue eggshell. Normally, the eggshell would take weeks or months and then crack opened with a baby dragon and the dragon would learn but because of the essence from the heart of magic. The egg shell-like shiny orb is taken and placed inside the essence. it cracks and a baby in human form is born. so basically, the heart of ma

Reaching down, The Elf King lifts one of the eggs from the basket and holds it up to the blue light above. “Strange, the shell on this egg is too thick to see the child within,” Thalan observes. “If they are so close to hatching, we should be able to see your unhatched child.” “Air Dragons are different!” I shout, pulling on my chains as he holds my precious little one precariously between his talons, turning it from side to side. “Our eggs are thicker! And our baby’s feathered wings get in the way from seeing them. See how my egg glows,” I pointed upward at the gleaming, pearl-like shell, “That is a royal air dragon egg. Pure white!”

He taps a finger on one. “They were supposedly torn from the grasp of some emperor or another, in a faraway continent, who’d guarded them jealously for decades. No one knows the true origins, but the lore is, supposedly, that they are ancient dragon eggs that never hatched.” Alcina feels her heart thump wildly in her chest. She feels entranced by the two eggs, fixated and like her eyes can’t tear away from the sight. Is it simply because they are the most beautiful gems she has ever seen?

After that, the only dragons eggs in existence had been those produced by those survivors, and that was why the Premier Guard only numbered so few, less than a dozen. But all these eggs. In two hundred years, had five dragons really multiplied into this unborn horde? She couldn’t hope to count the number crammed into this chamber. From wall to wall, some eggs were as long as her forearm and wider around than her waist while others could fit in the palm of a small child. Eggs scaled with rippling, iridescent patterns, eggs bearing feathers, eggs with fanned fins and horned spines - Anzi’s eyes burned as she strained to take in the entirety of it, every implication of this discovery. And it wa

Lillah was nibbling her lip, eyes clouded with thoughts. “Look!” Rhy exclaimed. “Another crack.” “Seems they are going to stretch right out rather than pip.” Gaz laughed. “And that’s ok?” “Out is out.” The Beta reassured his female Mate. All three of them watched the egg intently as the new crack spread and the first crack became wider and wider. With a soft pop, a thick chunk of the egg split off, falling onto the bed and revealing a purple dragon. Lillah blinked. Gaz and Rhy had explained that, unlike wolf-shifter young, dragon-shifter’s could shift right from day dot but still, she hadn’t expected to see a dragon in the egg. No wonder they called them hatchlings and not babies.

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"

"King Dreadwing is waiting for us in the egg room." "The egg room?" "Just follow me." We followed Layla back inside the cave and instead of taking the left, we took the right this time until we entered upon a nice and cool passageway. The walk was small before we made it to the chambers where the others were. I was in awe. Eggs of all shapes, sizes, colours, and textures were everywhere. "These are dragon's eggs," I let out. "Yes, and they will all be hatched as soon as my Eternal and I mate," Dreadwing winked at Julia.

These discarded remnants, once belonging to the ancient protectors, now serve as insulation and cushioning, forming a protective nest for the precious eggs. Meticulously arranged on this unique bedding, the 77 eggs emanate a sense of both fragility and hidden power. Each egg measures approximately 2 feet in length and 15 inches in diameter, elongated in shape to accommodate the growing hatchlings within. Their honeydew-colored surfaces, adorned with patches of green and blue, exude a gentle luminescence. The soft glow emanating from the eggs casts an ethereal light, further illuminating the chamber and enhancing its mystical ambiance.

Rushing to the other side of the room, I place the first one securely within the box. I almost do not make it in time to grab the next two--One egg black as night with sparks of flaming embers and the last egg a cerulean blue brighter than any sky. Gently I place them next to their sibling and as soon as they are resting side by side, their little lights flicker back and forth, the babies playing with one another from inside their eggs. I didn't get to witness this moment with my own children, we were in so much of a hurry, and I had so much problem birthing my own that I didn't have time. "Ona, they are so beautiful," my heart is nearly bursting as I watch their light play. Each one is a ce

“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