Dreaming Dragons Novels & Stories

he grumbled. [Of course, you're almost a full-blown Dragon now even though not pure dragon since you're a transformed one but meh good enough for me because only the people know the old you can tell you're not a dragon from the start, and you just awaken your "Aura" congratz partner!! And before you ask "Aura" are unique because only dragons can awaken them and its very rare, if you ask me how rare it is well you can see from the millions of dragon from the past only 6 have to awaken them and they are The great red, Ophis, Me, Albion, Tiamat, and Tannin even then it's different from each dragon, Great red for having the strongest "Aura" and Tannin being the weakest now you are the 7th...

Samuel carried large armloads of wood out to the chopping block and began to wield the axe, the rhythmic thud and crack of the work a percussive background for his restless thoughts. Everyone knew that dragons had existed at some point, but they were so rare he had never heard of anyone having actually seen one. With the development of human technology, satellites and surveillance, he imagined that if any dragons remained, it was too risky for them to take that shape, and so if there were others they would have integrated fully into humanity like other supernaturals. That dragons could have wings in man-form had never been mentioned, and for that reason he had never considered the possibilit

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

Wynter giggled. We ate breakfast and Wynter seemed like himself. Echo slept a lot and Abeloth said that’s what baby dragons needed to do, they grew when they slept. I had called the Elders of Florida to inform them that Wynter had merged with his dragon and they outright laughed at me.

My children, the humans, can’t hurt us anymore; if anything, their weapons are big, scary toys that are more likely to scare their own people than hurt us. Nineteen dragons broke through the cloud cover simultaneously, their massive forms silhouetted against the Seattle skyline in a display that would forever change human understanding of their world. Fire dragons with scales like burnished copper, trailing smoke and flame. Storm dragons crackling with lightning that connected sky to earth in brilliant arcs. Ice dragons whose crystalline bodies refracted the city lights in prismatic displays. Earth dragons whose granite hides seemed to blend with the very architecture of the urban landscape.

Jackson, leaning forward with keen interest, interrupted, “Does it happen instantly? Or does it take time?” Shaking his head with a mysterious expression, Dragon replied, “There’s no fixed rule. Sometimes, the feeling is immediate and powerful. Other times, it’s gradual, like slowly discovering a missing piece of yourself.” But Jerry, not entirely satisfied with the answer, gave Dragon a challenging look. Suddenly, he asked a question that was like a stone dropped into still water: “And you, Dragon? Who is your mate?”

Drakken woke up with a start, sweat pouring down his face. He had just had a terrible dream, one where his deceased mother was crying out for justice. In the dream, she told him that evil was lurking within the Kingdom, brought by a stranger. The stranger was the only one in the pack who didn't belong, and she warned him to be careful. The dream was so vivid that it felt real, and it left Drakken feeling uneasy.

Sleep now, my prince, of life in the nights Your face is shining and your wings spread brightly For I know a secret I promise to keep You are the dragon, and the one and only Hush now, my dragon, and have a sweet dream I will protect your life ‘till your dreams come true And take the courage that you need dragon prince For you, my last dragon, take pride and glory You’re my dragon, you’re hope You’re my dragon, you’re love. Draco's face was seen sleeping peacefully in the moonlight. A faint smile crossed his face. He was fast asleep with a soft snore after Astrid sang him a lullaby and stroked his face.

Before he got there, Eldest Dragon sensed something and opened his eyes in a daze. At the same time, Second Dragon and several of the others also woke up. They looked at Darryl with their sleepy eyes. The Four Dragons and Four Phoenixes traveled the world frequently, so they were very vigilant. Oh, f*ck!

I see this dragon every night in my dreams. Her name is Carnelia. Her mate is Primus. And she would burn down the world to save him. How could I dream of being this dragon and then her tales of that dragon being seen when no one else can see inside my sleeping mind? Is it a dream? Was it ever a dream? "This is crazy," I shake my head, not quite trusting my logic. It is one thing to think you see a dragon, is quite another to think you are one. Whether I am the beast or I have some other connection to the beast, one thing is certain--I am a danger to everyone if I stay nearby. The beast seems to respond to my emotions of fear and rage.