Dreaming Dragons Novels & Stories

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab

The dragons in the clearing looked horrified. The black dragon’s voice trembled. “No…” Elara looked at him. “What?” He swallowed hard. “The sleeping dragons.” Another roar echoed. Then another. And another. The earth began to shake. The black dragon looked at the distant horizon, fear filling his ancient eyes. “Every dragon in existence…” A shadow suddenly passed over the forest. Then another. Then hundreds. Elara slowly looked up. Her breath caught. The sky was filling with dragons.

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.

The moon was full the night Thelma dreamt of blood. It was the kind of night where everything whispered. The air seemed to carry secrets and the trees danced to a wind that had no rhythm. Thelma lay still in bed, Saint curled beside her, his tiny hands tucked beneath his cheek. The cold of Britain did not reach her; her dreams were warmer, yet not comforting. They were too alive. Too loud. She saw flames. Not just fire, but blue fire, licking the skies like it had a mind of its own. And in its heart, a dragon—not just any, but one with scales that shimmered like obsidian and eyes that carried her reflection.

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.