Dragon Tales Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It's scales were so shiny and sharp, only thing left for me to add was the tail and a hind limb. "This one seems so detailed." Dylan said. I nodded "I used to dream about him, in a cave. He was always just staring at me." I explained. "Maybe you were a dragonrider in your previous life and he was your dragon." Ryan teased. "Maybe." Dylan added but he sounded too serious to be teasing. We retired for the night. I slept between them and I have never found a more comfortable position. It felt like we were puzzles that fitted. Dylan said we are puzzles, we fit eachother because we are mates. With that thought I fell asleep and drifted off to a familiar dream.

With my pregnant body, I had no desire to invite trouble. Lysander warned me again and again before he reluctantly left. To avoid running into Drakon and Vania, I took my walks only around our own chambers. But Drakon seemed to be waiting for me. Every time he saw me, he came to boast. Again and again, he said the same things. His child would be a golden dragon. Mine would only be a lowly blue dragon. I grew tired of hearing it. For peace, I stopped leaving our chambers altogether.

I muttered. As the news spread throughout the dragon clan, whispers and murmurs filled the air. Some were in awe of Drogo's unexpected allegiance to Freya, while others expressed doubt and skepticism. Questions swirled in my mind, and I knew I needed to confront Drogo and seek answers. She was the only one who could give me a comforting answer filled with nothing but the Truth. Dragons aren't just flying beings, they are magical creatures who foresee the future and they never lie. They would always stand on the truth.

“It’s a long story but she was presumed dead and the other woman got pregnant so I married her. My friend and I went to Montana to find a missing girl and by chance I saw her, she had no memory of who I was or her previous life and I knew from other cases that going to the dragon realm would bring her memories back.” “You just go to the dragon realm?” he asked me. “Abeloth grants me passage,” I said. “So the gray dragon is the strongest in existence then,” he murmured softly and I didn’t think that he intended for me to hear that. “So in the dragon realm Typhon bonded us since we were bonded halves,” I said. “You’ve met Typhon?” he asked me with wide eyes. “Haven’t you? Don’t we all meet Typ

He growled gently, obviously still in my mind, and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. "Listen, I've seen into your mind. I know that you are kind, stubborn, passionate, intelligent, and fierce. As fierce as any Draygana here. You are one of a kind. You must know that Draygons desire treasure, we hoard them. That much of your stories are true as you have heard them. You are my greatest treasure, my little fyre. Truly one of a kind," he told me, caressing my cheek. "So… if I wasn't so rare… you would not still want me?" I questioned cautiously.

They dressed in white, a counterpart to the order of the Black Knights and honoring Nayara’s bright scales. There came a time, however, when the forces of both humanity and Dragon would be tested, though not in the way any of them might have expected. Neyalha, the Dragon Mother, ageless and seemingly exceedingly wise, grew more and more restless. Her mate Gheyaral did not understand. Together they had created this world, and from his perspective all was proceeding well. Yet Neyalha continued to grow more and more unsettled as she observed the actions of the life she had seeded so many ages before.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

Assuming his mate was from witch realm Draco, Draco, Saltus and Petro decided to head to Witch Realm to meet Witch Queen Zaramaru and find his destined mate, however last night when Draco was peacefully sleeping in his room he felt a sudden discomfort… his body was unknowingly set on fire while his Dragon urged to get on surface… he instantly transferred into his monstrous Dragon form and tried flew up in sky… Draco was uncertain to what was happing however his Dragon was determined to fly to Witch realms, unfortunately before they were able to fly to Witch Realm and unknown pain took over his entire body, his mind and heart were filled with mourn and before he could conclude anything Darco

Drake chuckled and replied, “Well, it is considered a trial by the gods to raise the perfect dragon warriors. If you can't overcome your first shift then you won't survive long in the competitive dragon kingdom” “Hmmm, so what was your first shift like?” she asked, eyeing what he was doing. She had to admit that their misunderstanding had helped them understand each other better and they were more comfortable around each other. These days all Elaina did was get ready every morning and go to the dungeon, she would spend the entire day there and Drake never complained. In fact, he looked forward to it and enjoyed her company. They talked about anything, their plans and themselves. Elaina got t

shouted Leonard with eyes brimming with hatred. "I was not involved in that incident!" Draco exclaimed. “But the dragons are involved! They cut off my mother's head and ripped out her heart! I saw it myself. So I vowed to do the same to the dragons. To you, Dragon Prince! You are the Dragon Prince with a golden heart, the most special dragon among all dragons. You are the most appropriate target to pay for all the dragon's sins in the past! And, humans, elves, dwarves? They are just demon-beast food!” said Leonard while laughing like a madman.