Dragons Heroes Novels & Stories

His dragon was on display for all to see and I gave the Elders a look as they asked him that question. “Are you calling me a liar?” Echo said through Wynter as his eyes shone yellow. “Magnificent,” Elder Jackson said. “This is truly incredible,” Elder Charles murmured. “Separate Echo,” I said. The Elders gasped as the dragon that was now a head taller than Wynter separated from him and growled at the Elders. Elder Neil actually chuckled at that and I had to smile as Abeloth rolled his eyes. “This is Echo, Wynter’s dragon,” I said.

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”

he asked. “Yes Dad. You are right. He is an Imperial Dragon but there is a slight deviation in Xador’s case to which I will come back soon,” I said. “The second type, as I told you are the ‘Elemental Dragons’ which have infinite sub categories including those kiddie ones that is, ummm Water Dragon, Fire Dragon, Air Dragon, Shadow Dragon, Plague Dragon and all but we don’t have any complicated Chinese or Japanese names. Just these simple ones. And lastly, the ‘Dark Royal Dragons’ who unlike their name, do not belong to any royalty and neither are they villainous,” I answered. “So, who leads all of you ? Never heard of a Dragon King before,” Dad Lucan commented.

Jackson, leaning forward with keen interest, interrupted, “Does it happen instantly? Or does it take time?” Shaking his head with a mysterious expression, Dragon replied, “There’s no fixed rule. Sometimes, the feeling is immediate and powerful. Other times, it’s gradual, like slowly discovering a missing piece of yourself.” But Jerry, not entirely satisfied with the answer, gave Dragon a challenging look. Suddenly, he asked a question that was like a stone dropped into still water: “And you, Dragon? Who is your mate?”

Lauren Jean declared loudly. "Imperial Dragon. Commanding the heavens, the path is bright, the dragon soars across the seas!" The echo filled Neptune's Cove Karaoke. Emotions overwhelmed the crowd; tears flowed freely, and people hugged each other, overwhelmed with joy. "John, Hector, Andre, and those unnamed—they are all heroes," Kiran said solemnly to Lilian. "There are no heroes in Imperial Dragon," Lilian replied, tears streaming down her face. Kiran was momentarily taken aback, then understood—true heroes are nameless. It's all about the spirit!

These creatures are larger than life in more ways than one. “You ok?” He asks me as we both watch all the dragons circle Ember as she stands beside Jaka. I’m not worried, as from what I have found out about dragons, is that they are inquisitive creatures and deeply protective of their families. I watch them as they move closer to her and sniff her, memorising her scent and she does the same. I smile softly at this. She will be ok here if she comes back. “Yeah, I guess.” I say as he turns to look at me and bumps my shoulder. He knows it upsets me that I don’t have this with my own family.

"Either way, we can't outrun them. Dragons are faster than anything on the ground, and we don't have our horses." Lirael cursed under her breath. "So we fight?" "Against thirty Drakari? We'd be dead before we drew our weapons." The riders appeared over the ridge before anyone could suggest another option. They weren't what I expected. In the stories, dragons were massive beasts with scales and wings, breathing fire and destroying cities. But these were people, or at least they looked like people. Tall and lean, with sharp features and skin that seemed to shimmer faintly in the dying light. Their armor was unlike anything I had seen before, dark metal that moved with their bodies like it was