Dragons From Dragon Tales Novels & Stories

The Winter Fairy *** At Drawitles( realm of dragons)... Elena, Uriel, Elevina, and Joyce finally teleported into Drawitles realm of the dragon. With the name, yeap they will be dragons! Elena, Uriel, Elevina and Joyce started their journey into Drawitles. The home of a giant, fire breathing dragon. Flying on their way they see giant rock's, volcanoes, hot water springs, tall grey scaly rocks, green garden's with jungle like trees, and a tall gaint castle covered with black thorn twigs.

The family where women were worshipped as Durga (a female goddess), the eternal power. He had seen better days in his childhood but their family misfortune had landed them in this hell-hole called Dharavi. At that age, he didn’t understand the dealings of the grown-ups, but he had heard his mum and dad speak about getting cheated by their business partner. He had no idea of their business, no inkling of what the matter was and he didn’t care. Thinking about it would neither bring food nor money to him, so it was a mere waste of time.

Inside the tavern, mugs rattled on the wooden counter, and every time someone spoke of dragons, the fire seemed to shrink in its hearth. “Only fools say dragons can die,” muttered the barkeep, wiping his mug with a cloth already soaked in fear. “I saw one once. Young, maybe no bigger than a cottage, and it burned half a valley before I could blink. Rumors that followed said that a pretty lass in that nation refused the dragon's advances.” A younger man laughed, though it came out thin and nervous. “Aye, but even dragons have blood. Enough dragonsbane and—” “Enough dragonsbane to buy a well developed kingdom,” interrupted an older hunter, his voice low, his eyes clouded from too much smoke an

"Y-your blood!? Do you mean with your dragon's blood? U-using that fairy tale method!?" "It’s not that dramatic, but I had to admit that it was a lot more complicated." Daniel stroked the back of his neck, looking hesitant to say this. "All these fairy tales have something in common: one has to kill a dragon and bathe in dragon blood if they want immortality, wealth, and a long life—whatever they wish. All humans thought so, but that is not how it works. You know, how many humans died after bathing in dragon blood, just like the fairy tales they believe?"

"What is it?" "Those are the seven realms," He picked up one of the stones and grazed his finger over it. They locked eyes momentarily before Lucian continued speaking, "The realm of the dragons, the realm of the giants, the ice realm, the realm of fire, the realm of water, earth realm, and the realm of the dead." Katherine thought back to the tales Eleanor would tell her about the never ended conflict between the ice realm and realm of fire.

“Of course. Of course. I suppose there are witches and fairies, and… I don’t know.” “Dragons,” Niarthen supplied. “Though they are all but extinct.” “Hmm, I imagine they are, as it would be hard to hide a dragon,” she agreed, her eyes on the road before her. It felt unreal to be having a conversation with a merman about dragons, werewolves, and vampires whilst driving alongside a flooded river away from religious fanatics. “I think I read a book about this once,” she realized. Maybe it was all a strange dream. Maybe she’d had an accident at the cottage and had knocked herself out, or was sick and having a fever dream…

I was hopeful that if I was quiet and kept my hands down, I might live to see that next day. But maybe I was just being overly ambitious. I didn't know anything about Dragons, not really. No one did. I didn't know what they looked like, or what they were like. I knew that the ones still living were known to be ruthless, but that was all. I had also heard so rumors of the shape shifting and them being able to take alternate forms, but I don't know for sure. Did they breathe fire like the rumors? How big were they? I didn't know, and that was the part of what made them so terrifying. The mystery that surrounded them made them so frightening.

“For centuries, every kingdom has honored the Offering Pact with the Dragon throne.” Nobody spoke. “The Wolves offer enchanted weapons forged beneath moonlight. The Elves present ancient healing relics. The Mermaids give pearls blessed by sea magic. Even the Fae offer sacred enchantments and rare artifacts.” My throat tightened painfully. “But humans, we have nothing magical to offer.” The words felt bitter in my mouth. “No ancient power. No supernatural treasures.” I forced myself to continue anyway. “We only have land. Gold. Resources…” I swallowed hard. “And daughters.”

I asked and he smiled as he slid a file across the table. I opened the file and looked at the information that he had gathered so far. It always surprised me how he was able to gather so much on people that tried to remain anonymous. The group consisted of a rogue lair of dragons, ten of them, and a pack of wolves, also ten of them. “I don’t see how they’re all working together,” I said as I read through the file. “They’re not actively working together, they have different bases of operations, each one keeping to themselves and selling the children to the vampire covens, you know they prefer the young ones,” he said.

According to Jennifer – no, according to the myth of the dragon made specifically for children’s bedtime stories – there was a man whose sole purpose included protecting his loved ones. “Some parts of the story were lost throughout history,” Jennifer told her, “but the story recites this man, who was once a Knight, found out that his family members were the dangerous ones. They were planning a rebellion that would kill hundreds of innocents and throw Elantro into war. Without a choice, he murdered his entire family. Angry about the man’s decision to slaughter his family without consulting him first, the Queen of Laera transformed him into a dragon, the one creature that the Knights were accu