Dragon Tales Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Charlie said gesturing towards a fallen tree to sit. “I don’t know a whole lot about dragons, but what I have found out is that they take promises and mates very seriously. So Tora running off to be with her true mate after her dad has already promised her to another man, has caused a lot of conflict.” Charlie said. “He doesn’t believe that I am her true mate though. He thinks she’s been brainwashed!” I growled.

If not, I’d be bound to him forever. As I ran with Owen beside me, a powerful gust of wind suddenly rushed past. “Aland?” He appeared in his blue dragon form, flying low and motioning for me to climb onto his back. With Owen’s help, we leaped onto Aland, soaring together to pursue Luke Draken. I felt another presence. “Daran, you’re here?” "Hmm!" Daran replied, his voice carried by the wind. He really was an incredible wizard. But I failed to keep my promise to give him my sacred blood. And now, the red full moon was about to end.

Draegon leaned in, whispering near her ear: “Because I didn’t lure Edwin here.” He turned his blazing eyes toward Edwin. “I lured you.” Edwin’s blood ran cold. “What do you want with her?” Draegon smiled. “The final piece to complete the Ravager ritual.” Ralph shouted, thrashing uselessly. “DON’T YOU TOUCH HER!” Draegon ignored him. He began chanting—dark, guttural, ancient. The room shook. Blue flames turned blood-red. The shadows thickened, rising like living smoke. And suddenly Tiara gasped, choking as the spell began to drag her forward toward Draegon.

“Most of it is beautiful, fruitful, and full of growth. Rogues have torn the Vamparia Kingdom apart, chased away the goods, and now it is left desolate, barely able to keep crops to survive.” Biting the inside of my cheek, Creed led me away from the conversation. Warrior dragons were already shifting, and the faes were pulling out their wings for the flight home. “Will you ride with me, my fawn?” Creed eyed me as I kept the blanket held around me. Shaking my head, I pulled it off, handing it to another fae warrior to put it away.

She however also heated up like Rosalie in her transition. “We will just have to wait and see. With being the gem she might not have a gift in dragon form. Who knows she might not even become a dragon.” Ryan said gently. He knew there was no way she wasn’t going to be a dragon after this. The love she had for Asrar was even more then the love Ryan had for Avalon. “Are you doubting there love for each other?” Avalon spoke up offended. “No baby I’m not. I know how much they love each other.” Ryan quickly said.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Kaelen and Cassian. They were the Alphas most likely to compete for the High Council’s seat. They were the dream mates of countless female dragons and noble shifters. If it weren't for the Oracle’s absolute decree, our paths would have never crossed. On the night of the bonding, I arrived at their estate, my heart a nervous drum against my ribs. I foolishly thought I’d finally found a family. "I will work hard to be a worthy mate to you both." I stood before the two dragon Alphas, my voice trembling with hope. "I don't have magic, but I can brew potions and use healing arts. I can help you."

“Dragon Torin, my ancestors were the riders of the Ddraig line of dragons, fighters until the end. It is good to have the dragons home, but for me, I am most glad to see a Ddraig return.” “Uh, thank you,” Torin says, obviously not sure what to do with that information. “I hope you will all find happiness here and choose to stay. Araphyra will be a better place if the dragons reside here,” he says before stepping back. “Alright everyone, let’s get back into the van,” I say. This time, Ailduin and Anastasia join us and after we pass through the gate and the glamour recedes, I hear the others gasp. When we round the corner that shows the elves’ glass castle, Ailduin turns to the group.

“Yes, that seems a fair ruling.” “Hmm,” said Raviva. “There’s no shame in being beaten by the Dragonrider.” Of course, they were happy to accept the legendary Dragontwit as the victor. “There you go,” I said to Flossie. “You’ve got your dragon, and now you’ve got the troll nation at your beck and call. You don’t need me anymore, you can do what you want, go where you want. All that shit about doing what I tell you, no need to stick to any of that.”

Elton. With Brendan, it hadn’t been fire, but- heat. Darla tilts her head. Her eyes catlike and rounded with golden spheres feel as though they might burrow themselves under Alcina’s skin, and straight through to her very soul if she gazed for long enough. “You know,” Darla says conversationally. She steps closer to Alcina. “Some of the legends on dragons...they say, that dragons are fire.” Alcina blinks.