Dragons Pet Novels & Stories

Too slow. My claws slam into the first dragon before he even finishes turning. Bone cracks. Scales split. The creature tumbles from the sky in a spiral of blood and fire. Another dragon lunges at my flank. I twist midair and rake my claws across his wing. He drops instantly. Around me Emberhold’s dragons crash into Malrec’s forces like a falling storm. The sky becomes a battlefield of wings, fire, and tearing steel. But I barely notice. Because Seraphina is still there.

“I-do you perhaps happen to know where the dragon is kept?” She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “And pray tell why would you be asking about the dragons after you had your girl?” I took a minute in concentration before speaking, “Because…because the King had taken my dragon, yes, I have a dragon too. He’s name is Wraya. The King’s dragon, Synthia is Wraya’s mother.”

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

“Dad gets these when he’s out searching for missing kids. He realized that I liked them so now, every time he’s away, he brings one home for me. I know when I first got here, I felt sad and lonely. It was a lot to take in, so I thought you might want a stuffed animal too. It’s not much, but it’s nice to have something to hold onto when you’re feeling sad.” She pulls out what looks like a blue dragon. “Is that a water dragon?” I ask. “Mmhmm, I have an air dragon, a fire dragon and an earth dragon too. You can keep this one, since I heard you have water dragon DNA. I’ll have dad get me another one.” Brooke takes it and wraps her arm around. “Thank you.” “Okay everyone, Brooke needs her rest. Y

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.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

"Male dragons are very slow to change. They've come so far since I arrived in their realm. That doesn't mean Bastian doesn't need a nice bash on the head now and then. Sometimes that's the only way to get their attention." "I agree," I answer sardonically as I remember the satisfaction of knocking Tahr upside the head when he gave me to Mikael. "Tahr loves you, he just doesn't know it. Dragons fight love. They don't handle loss well and guard their hearts against intrusion. He also loved Meagan and his feelings are confused. Time, a few knocks over the head, and a bit of gentle feminine persuasion will set things right. Roxy and I will help you settle in here and teach you what you need to k

she said. “I love you too, I should get downstairs and eat and then I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” I said to her. “You’re not coming over today?” she asked me sounding disappointed. “Not today, I’m not feeling quite myself yet,” I said to her. “What colour dragon did you get?” she asked her voice suddenly nervous. “Guess,” I said. “A violet one,” she said with a laugh. “Sorry to disappoint you,” I said. “Oh shit did you get an indigo one?” she asked me sounding almost disappointed.

Sighing, Sophia hooked her knotting hair behind her ear and asked, "Well, what's your name?" The dragon raised his head and said, "For now, you can call me Eli.”