Dreaming Dragons Novels & Stories

And as dragons circled overhead and the city reeled from survival, one truth settled into the bones of the universe: The Dawlya had tried to remind the Draynor why they should be feared. Instead, they had awakened something far worse.

She could feel the being's frustration with her, but Charlotte was stubborn, and once she decided something, her course was set come hell or high water. "Cut it out!" The voice warned as she tried to pinch herself with her claws-wait, claws? "Oh, I've had enough of this nonsense." The presence declared, and Charlotte felt an intense pressure inside her skull, heralding the arrival of something massive. Then the battles truly began. 3. Titan was no stranger to dreamscape. As her dragon glided along warm currents, tracking Ragnar's mate, she looked up from the valleys below and beheld a breathtaking sight.

I can sleep as long as I want. - Sophia, 20 dragons have arrived. Don't you want to meet them? The little girl immediately sits down on the bed. - 20 dragons? Of course, I want to meet them. But I was dreaming about my parents. They were so happy to see me. I had never had a dream so real. – he says pouting. Something in Sophia's conversation rang in Lucifron's brain. Dreams that seemed real…

She felt their presence in her dreams, heard their whispers on the evening breeze, and saw flashes of their majestic forms when she closed her eyes. They guided her, lending her strength and courage when doubt threatened to consume her. Together, Sable and the Dragonkin pushed forward, their bond growing stronger with every step. Finally, after weeks of perilous travel, they arrived at the entrance of a hidden valley nestled between towering mountains. It was said that within this valley lay the last remnants of the dragons' domain—a sacred sanctuary where the truth awaited.

Each one of the dragons not only represented each of the four dragon families that Rule the four countries, but also the four first Shifters from the old fairytale that I had read to Calix. Fidgeting in my all black dress and black thick cloak, I stared back into her stone gaze, my mind taking me back to that dream I had of her. Was all that happened real? Did The All Mother truly visit me in my sleep? What did her words mean? And why did I feel that way when I was looking at the wolf and dragon?

It just soothes away my pains, letting me drift away to a very familiar landscape–the dreamscape. They can’t follow me into my dreams. But maybe I can find someone who can. And of all the dragons in this universe and beyond, there is only one I want to see. “Primus,” I call out into the false void, searching for my mate. “Primus!”

I’ve pinched myself three times already and I’m still here. The dragon before me is a sight to behold. Dragons don’t exist and that’s how I know I’m dreaming. Its scales are a deep shimmering blue, like the depths of the ocean. Its eyes, a brilliant golden hue and its wings are so large they seem to stretch across the sky. The dragon’s long neck curves gracefully and its tail swishes back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm.

I didn’t mention the dreams. “They’re just… dreams,” I lie, but it sounds hollow even to me. He crouches beside me. “You’re not the lying type. I thought you would have learned by now.” I sigh and drop my head into my hands. “I’ve been seeing a dragon. Always the same one. It’s chained, in the dark, and it’s… calling me. Like it knows my name.” Lucien’s eyes narrow. “And Varein’s there?” “Standing on its head,” I whisper.

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?

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