Dragonite Island Novels & Stories

We usually have a good laugh over their burning corpses. It takes me a day of flying to reach her island. Made of 5 interlocking volcanoes set in the middle of the Great Western Ocean, Vatra is Ona’s personal paradise. Still close enough to the mainland to retrieve any goods or services she might desire, but also far enough away that she isn’t bothered most of the time. Very few dragons, and even fewer humans, want to make the trek. This usually guarantees our privacy.

Then, my Sisters in the priesthood filed away, none of them looking back to me. I took a deep breath, and knelt before the mouth of the dragon's cavern, arranging some of the treasure around my legs. He had to accept the entire sacrifice, or his fury would consume the people. He was a dangerous Master, but when he was pleased, the island of Drachonia (even the island's name sang His praises!) flourished.

Silent steps on the grass. "I am Átila. This is Kuzey. We are the Twin Dragons, ancient guardians of this land." Irmak couldn't look away. Between their legs, semi-erect penises swung heavily. Thick. Veins pulsing visibly under the thin skin. Broad, pink heads glistening slightly with moisture. She had never seen men so perfect. So rawly powerful. Their scent invaded the clearing. Burnt wood. Dark spices. Something animal. Wild. Masculine.

He told her yes, of course they would go and stay a few days. “I suppose we could call it our Honeymoon,” he suggested, which earned him another one of her blushes. She was glad to have her fan to hide behind. “They do not trust dragons, though, so we carry our clothing with us, and we will come to them on foot,” Corithias suggested. “We will take along bodyguards just in case,” he said.

Ember’s hands had gone in instinctual protection to cradle the evidence of her pregnancy and her eyes met his in shared distress. Salamen’s words had truth behind them, Samuel acknowledged to himself as he crossed to stand with Ember, putting his arm around her, but he would never let Ember know of it. “We dragons have had multiple births this season,” he told the assembled dragons. “More than every season preceding it for decades. Across multiple bloodlines. Ember is right. Whilst the corporeal forms of the Goddess and Gods have disappeared from our world, and their descendants are under attack, the fact that dragons are seeing an increase is a sign that we are meant to fight this. The time

All from that live feed she took at the restaurant. “Yeah, can you believe it? The plan seems to have worked. The new video has gone viral and from what little I saw on the internet myself. They are calling the dragon Callie as in California’s coastal dragon.” Mitch laughed. “I like that. So, my dragon now has a name, much like the Loch Ness Monster, Nessie.” I walk up and put my arms around Mitch’s waist and look up. “Yeah, the only difference is this dragon is real and all mine.”

Lauren looks at the Old Man and thinks that he is a local resident of this Island Lauren "No I am here to train" Old Man "Ah, I see you must have come here to see the Legendary Pokemon Moltres" Lauren "Hm? How did you know" Old Man "Only a few people come to these Island for vacation and the ones who come here for training mostly are here to see Moltres after they here the rumors, but let me tell you a secret it's not a rumor, Moltres does live inside Mt. Ember very few people in this Island knows about it and most of them even forgot about its existence"

he said and he seemed slightly bigger than before. "Very odd indeed," Elder Peter mused. "What is? Stop speaking in riddles," I said irritated now. "Strong dragons with warrior names, all four of you," Elder Peter said. "What Elder Peter means is that it's been quite some time since we've had a Sire with his most trusted that possess such strong dragons. It will make for interesting times," Elder James said with a smile. "It's time for us to take our leave," Baz said as he merged himself with me again. Every time he did that I felt a burning sensation like electrical currents running through my whole body and I wondered if I would ever get used to it.

Filled with fire and volcanos as far as the eye could see. Until one day, when in every corner of the world, a blood-freezing howl was heard. No one knows how, but a great beast had made his nest at the top of the tallest Vulcano in Valaria. A dragon... It terrorized travelers for decades until a young prince from the southern kingdom set on an adventure to kill the beast. For years and years, no one heard from him and all assumed he was dead. Until the prince reappeared. Riding the dragon he tamed and bearing the flags of all the other kingdoms he conquered alone, building the empire of Valaria.