Dragons Stories Novels & Stories

mom says, and dad nods his head in agreement. "I don't like her either, but she won Amber over completely. Maybe we should speak with Selene. I don't think it's right for people to starve," I reply as I sit back in the small wooden chair. I look over at dad, and he crosses his arms. "I heard stories about the dragons when I was a boy. My grandfather called them sky lizards. He said they come in all colors and get to about thirty feet long. He told me they were the fairies whipping boys. But my grandfather was angry. We were having issues with the fairy King stealing pups," Dad says, and I nod.

he said. “Shit,” I said. “I’ve never heard of someone’s dragon leaving,” Preston said. “Sometimes a dragon will leave if his personality is in conflict with his host,” Baz said in my head. “His dragon might be purer than him,” I said as an explanation. “Baz, can you make contact with his dragon in your realm? Maybe he’ll be more eager to share what he knows,” I said to him. “Let me think about it,” Baz said and curled up on his side.

I thought with a scornful look on my face. "I can't wait to control their feeble mind," Kendra, my dragon, said with an excited look. "For making fun of how I looked." This war had started years ago when I first accidentally found a book titled the first dragons. And then someone helped me to know more about the first dragons, and their history. Everything started with that first book. The book was buried deep in the depth of a library, and that was the only print, I had found out later. The fascination became obsession and the obsession became need.

Are you seeing this?!" the Lord exclaimed, "My cousin is back and she has a dragon with her!! How is this possible?! I thought dragons were extinct!" "So did I," Jarrod responded, "No dragon has been seen for centuries. And this one is helping the Princess. Then the legend must be true." "What legend? What are you talking about?" Ethan asked angrily. Jarrod began to explain the legend of the dragons... "Many years ago, dragons were common in our land. And all of them came to life the same way. They all were sons of the Queen Dragon. A human female that was the only one capable of giving birth to them." An image formed in Jarrod's mind; the Queen was kneeling on the ground, with a pregnant be

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

She knew one fall from there would put her back in the bed she so desperately got away from. Her eyes scanned the field again as a smile was plastered to her face. She was so intrigued and mesmerized by the area she couldn’t believe something so beautiful was here. The space was large enough to accommodate two dragons to open there wings and fly. They wouldn’t be able to go far but at least they could open there wings. She was happy, the beauty of dragons should not be kept hidden if it can be helped. She will purpose to Asrar that one of these be built in every city and run by a trusted person.

Her face was unreadable. I cleared my throat. “Dragons, huh? Okay…” I sat at the edge of the bed and lowered my voice to that exaggerated storyteller tone. “Once upon a time, there was a dragon so big, his wings covered the mountains, and when he sneezed–” I made a loud snorting sound, waving my hands dramatically, “–he blew down entire forests!” The kids erupted in laughter. “And then,” I continued, deepening my voice for the dragon, “the villagers said, ‘Oh no! He’ll sneeze us away too!’ But one brave little knight said, ‘Don’t worry, I know how to stop him!’”

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

The old man smiled at that question. "The dragons are curious creatures by nature. Once they found out that there is another world out there, apart from ours, their curiosity forced them to go and explore that world. They said the same thing to their mother. She was not willing to send her children to some unknown world. But at the same time, she couldn't refuse them as well. So she created a Relic for them so that they could protect themselves from any threat in her absence" the old man stopped. He guessed that everyone knows what happened after that.

He laid his own hand inside one gouge, fingers spread to their fullest, and his whole hand sat in the mark’s narrowest corner like a child’s in a giant’s footprint. “When I was a hatchling,” he said at last, “the old ones frightened us with stories about the First. The dragons from before. Before the kingdoms. Before the split. Before, the stories said, the gods troubled themselves with us at all. They were stories that I wished I had paid better attention to.”