Dragons Novels & Stories

So they devised a technique of attacking the Dragons in secret, since the Dragons were too powerful they began to take them out one after the other. Dragons were said to be mysterious creatures. They lived in mountains and barely interacted with others, they didn't live in groups like the Wolves did and only took in mates once in a lifetime. A Dragon couple would only be capable enough to have two children or maybe even one in their entire lifetime, so their population wasn't much. But they could transform into fire-breathing Dragons After all and so everyone else w

“Get this thing off of me!” But I could not look away from the sky. The swirling shapes, dancing around one another in circles, their wings spread out wide. Their tails long and tapered, following behind them like serpents. And more frightening than anything, the fire that spilled from their mouths. Mouths full of dozens of sharp, wet teeth. Dragons.

There are three undead standings based on their strength from Zombie, Skeleton and Lich. This superior has a body with a lifespan of hundreds of years or even an immortal. The highest evolutions of Spirits, exclusive to the black and white elements are called Demons and Angels. For the Dragons themselves, they have combined elements of basic magic such as Ice, Magma/lava, Thunder (Thunderstorm), Scorch (Scorch), Shadow, and Light. Dragons have physical bodies, but Wyverns are also created which can be said to be bloodlines but not children born from them.

Wynter giggled. We ate breakfast and Wynter seemed like himself. Echo slept a lot and Abeloth said that’s what baby dragons needed to do, they grew when they slept. I had called the Elders of Florida to inform them that Wynter had merged with his dragon and they outright laughed at me.

If she even knows herself, that is. She is a freaking dragon. An actual, living dragon. What can dragons even do, what are they like?! Little is known of them – only whispers and half-forgotten legends remain. Can they breathe fire? Do they actually have a thing for treasures? Are they even a separate being, like our wolves?

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?”

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

It's height and size alone covered a large part of the field. " Minerva? Are you alright?" Vincent asked as he closed on her. Everyone could see Minerva and the dragon but had no idea what was happening there and they were good scared to move. " Vincent! The dragon, it's here for me. Do you know about this one?" A prince might have an understanding about their history. " It's an old dragon but not the oldest. They disappeared two hundred years ago and no one knew where they went. This is the first time in two hundred years since the dragons made an appearance in their home, RedShire."

“Widowberries. Poisonous. Eating fruit doesn't make a dragon safe.” I drew my boot away from the juice leaking through its broken skin. “That was a Viperswift,” he continued. “They're venomous and don't tolerate humans. Keep your distance if you see another.” “Then what kind should I look for?” I asked. “I don't know anything about dragons, and I need to learn fast if I'm going to win.” “Look for ones that are friendly toward humans. They tend to be more intelligent, too. Stonebacks are a good choice. They can't fly, but they're gentle by nature and fight well on the ground.”

Farther still, across storm-choked seas, lay Drakonis. A land of scaled kings, where volcanoes bled fire and mountains roared with ancient thunder. Dragons ruled the skies—massive shadows blotting out the sun, their roars shaking the world. Beneath, basilisks slid through molten tunnels and hydras waited in frozen cliffs. Fire was Drakonis’s heartbeat, its rulers claiming dominion through fear. Yet even dragons bowed to the Accord, knowing unchecked rage would scorch every realm. And at the edges of everything sprawled the Obsidian Wilds—