Dragons World A Fantasy Made Real Novels & Stories

I dress as properly as possible. Clyde disclosed that he knew Zenith was trying to manipulate him and he was just trying to act the way she wanted and wanted to see what she would do. “Dragons are not so weak, especially a blue Basilisk,” he had said proudly. I could feel it through our newly formed bond and it both overwhelmed and relieved me. I was not sure what to expect since I have heard stories of mates like Vampire and Werewolf, A seer and a werewolf but never a bond with a dragon, well not until I heard about Lativia. However, I think it is not very different from these bonds.

Those brilliant eyes that held such a unique colour pulled me into his dangerous, yet mystical world, where dragons soared the skies, such marvellous and fascinating creatures that flew onto the high skies and breathed majestic flames of incredible power. The colour of their flame was the colour of their aura.. their soul, he taught me that, along with many other words of wisdom and forbidden nights. While we were mates, we were dangerous for one another; a toxicity that almost brought the end of his world... and mine. Fate brought me to set things right again, to give back what was taken from the dragons. He told me of the past and how dragons were forced to become nothing but a myth. At fi

Beyond the veil, the world changed. They emerged into a vast canyon carved of black glass and obsidian, stretching beneath an endless crimson sky. Pillars of smoke coiled into the air, and in the distance, winged shapes circled above jagged peaks. The dragon realm - not just a place, but a plane apart, untouched by time. And watching them from the ledges, perched like gods of fire and stone, were the Others. Dragons. More than she expected. Some as massive as towers. Others coiled in humanoid form, draped in robes that shimmered like magma or bone. But all of them shared one thing: eyes that burned with ancient memory - and judgment.

Apollo shrugged, purposefully looking up at the sky when Cain gave him an incredulous look. “You brought three dragons to a festival with thousands of people.” I might’ve sounded a bit shrill, but I didn’t care. They were raised in a world where ghouls, sirens, and dragons were real, but in my head, they were the figments of fantasy novels and crappy CGI movies. I let out a nervous laugh, “tell me they’re the size of a golden retriever and not like in the movies…”

The runes on the floating pillars pulsed with an ethereal glow, casting a luminous aura on Wren's face. As the environment transformed into a storytelling atmosphere, the air vibrated with anticipation. "In the dawn of time," a low, rumbling voice began, "humans - that's what we called ourselves before we became known as the Immortals - lived in harmony with dragons, cultivating thriving communities on the ground while the majestic creatures soared through the skies." The scene unfolded like a rich tapestry, woven from threads of sapphire, gold, and crimson. Wren's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she beheld the ancient world, teeming with life and vitality.

"It has been written in the sands of time, before the first war, that the dragons will emerge a second time and cause chaos to the realm. But a warrior will be born to destroy them, a warrior that isn't the Alpha, but his mate." "But mother, I'm no warrior." Aurora shook her head. "I couldn't even protect Penelope, my best friend. Whatever this prophecy is, I don't think it has anything to do with me." "Aurora believe in yourself." Kahlan waved her hands and a cloud of smoke appeared. "Because if you do not, the realm will fall. Everyone will be destroyed and the dragons will take over the world." From the smoke, images appeared and Aurora watched in horror as the realm fell apart under the

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.

It is said that as generations passed, the more powerful dragons became. They are prophesized to become the most powerful of all the creatures and shall rule the world in fire and blood. I immediately closed the books as I remember the recurring dream I had. Fire and chaos. Fire and blood. Arthur... was the one between it all. It's just... a mythology, isn't it?... There's no way it's true, right? I mean dragons... aren't supposed to exist. Aren't they?

His mother taking her in and helping her get back on her feet. The orb was created to bring piece to the dragons. If the dragon gem touched it, the power would be siphoned from it and an alternate universe would be made. One that the dragons could thrive on there own without fear of the humans. They didn’t have to hid or cower in the place they are now. They could live the way they where meant to be. This was what was meant to be but the king was going to force the humans out of this world. It was his and he wasn’t going to share it.

Instead of wetting all over, a gentle breeze blew across their face making them snap their eyes open. " Breathtaking," Vincent murmured in awe as he gazed at the beautiful green landscape with rockland at the hill. Different dragons of various colors soar the sky with strength while others were pasturing. " Vincent, I wanna see," Minerva said from Vincent's tight embrace and he released her. There was nothing so beautiful as a land filled with hundreds of dragons. Real dragons. *** Vincent smirked as he strolled towards his huge bed in the middle of his room to wake up a certain someone. Minerva, not being a morning person, was yet to wake up after the amazing exploration the previous day.