Dragons Adventure Roblox Novels & Stories

"You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life." I've never seen a dragon before and the thought makes my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach. My head spins and my palms become sweaty with fear. My goosebumps rise to

Raven admits, after taking a deep breath making my grip around my mates tighten. “Together with Liliana, and her mates, we will bring balance back to, humans, vampires, werewolves, lycans, witches, fae, and dragons. It will be hard work, especially while fighting Dagon.” I reach down and pet Embry, as he moves to get comfortable in our laps, without hurting us. “Dragons?” Raven looks up at me with wide eyes, making Jonathan and I chuckle, as Embry laughs through the link.

"What?" Azalia couldn't believe her ears. Surely, she hadn't heard Melech right. "A dragony?" She repeated in a puzzled voice. "Nobody in their right mind would ride such a dangerous creature." Dragonies were small dragon-like creatures belonging to the Adom Kingdom. They were a dark orange colour, their wings and bodies covered with red scales strong enough to stop a blade. They were gorgeous but could breathe fire and had extremely sharp fangs and claws that could kill a man on the spot. Azalia would never dare approach one of those too close.

''Noelle this is Dagahra my dragon,'' Gabriel says. The dragon slowly walks to us and puts her big head in Gabriel's arms. He scratches her behind her ears, ''It was believed that dragons were extinct, but we found frozen eggs in these mountains. We hatched them with fire and kept them hidden for many years. They are remarkable really; they chose a human to bond with and accept nobody else. Only their master can ride them, and they would die for their master.'' I slowly approach the female and she snorts at me which makes smoke come out of her nose. Gabriel pets her nose, ''It's okay Dagahra, she is with me, and I like her, okay?''

One moonlit night, as Sable rested by a crackling campfire, a flicker of movement caught her attention from the corners of her eyes . She turned her head sharply, her senses heightened, and caught sight of a pair of glowing amber eyes peering at her from the underbrush. A shiver ran down her spine as she recognized the presence of a Dragonkin, a creature known for its stealth and cunning. "Who's there?" Sable called out, her voice steady despite the unease bubbling within her. The figure emerged slowly, revealing itself to be a young Dragonkin with scales as dark as midnight. Its snakelike tail swished back and forth, reflecting the glimmers of moonlight that filtered through the dense canop

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

Drykator readied himself for his descent, he turned to Drago who had just fixed his mini crossbow to his right arm and was slipping the bolt into place and ensuring the wire was connected correctly. “I’m going down to DV, Drago you get that dragon down!” Drykator barked beginning to bounce from one foot to the other, his legs shook violently with fear, he had never tried anything so dangerous, but he knew deep down it was what had to be done. “The Great Divine Victory needs us,” he rallied.

A loud growl sounded from the far side of the house, and the sound of heavy paws hitting the marble floor followed. “Mommy’s home,” I called out and walked to the pet food cabin, took out some goodies, and turned to find gold eyes staring at me. I smiled and walked to my fur baby, a beast on four heavy paws and a whole 300 pounds of muscles. Drogon was a six-year-old tiger I had adopted, after rescuing him from the wildfire in Australia. He was a big baby with heavy muscles, snow-white fur with midnight black stripes, and I loved him more than life itself.

The thought alone was cute in Delores’ eyes. “You are the insane one Roderick. Is it because I have been quiet all these years that a young dragon like yourself even dares to call me by my first name? Or is it because your parents never told you who I was.” Delores wondered as she watched Roderick’s tattered body healing slowly but surely. Even the blood that had been spilled came crawling back to Roderick, entering his body, and filling his veins and arteries once more. Dragons were just like this. It was impossible to get a simple thing out of a dragon without killing it. As long as it was alive, every single body part would return to the dragon. Even its blood was no different. So, seeing

They have been trapped in this drab and stuffy room for nearly two days straight, deliberating and strategizing in endless circles for a solution that does not arrive. When it seems to her that the only solution to the problem is standing outside the room. "And why not Lady Alcina?" She says. Nordin stiffens. Duchess Clair's face pinches into something displeased. "What of my daughter, Lady Darla?" "Why not include her in these strategies of yours? Surely, the dragon her Gift commands is an advantage that cannot be wasted." Dragons, an ancient and legendary race, whose roars have been said to be sufficient to shake the very heavens the gods live upon; whose might, the stories say, were so gr