Dreaming Dragons Novels & Stories

"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?”

"Yes, I know, you're currently sleeping in my arms, in Amora Castle, and you're dreaming, once you wake up you'll tell me everything you have dreamed of. I can't tell you how the battle ends with Rufus, this is only a possible future, I hope is this one that comes to pass. But when Maya turns five years we began having reports of sighting of dragons after we ended the Council, all magic that restrained these creatures disappeared, and they were left to roam the Realm again. We still haven't found anything on how to battle him, the Council predated the Werewolves and Vampires wars. Maya is the only one who seems to be able to communicate with them, but I will not put my daughter in danger and

The memories of ancient dragon combat integrated smoothly into my bloodline, altering my spiritual presence and filling my veins with a richer, more potent dragon vitality. ​Before I could fully adjust to the new surge of power, the ground beneath my feet trembled violently. ​The heavy scent of fresh dragon blood and intense thermal energy had leaked from the cave opening, alerting the true masters of the lower depths. From the surrounding dark tunnels, a low, collective growling echoed against the stone walls. ​Red eyes pierced the gloom—dozens of them. A massive pack of abyssal nightmare beasts, twisted predators with multiple limbs and jagged armor, poured into the cavernous chamber.

They track out the hiding place of a dragon. Red Dragons: Royal Family and Rarest. Largest of all dragons, when extremely angry their red hair changes into fire. Skills unknown (so far Vermitrax and Jorkallun are the only Red dragons alive at this moment). "Wow that is a lot hell of an explanation." Sarah said as he stops in front of a door. "This is where I lay my head or rather my room." Jorkallun announced opening the door and stepping in. Sarah entered the room and looked around. The painting of the room was blue just like hers and nothing fancy about it. She remembered when he told her how much he loves the blue color.

Most of the buildings were derelict and the streets deserted, they walked further on foot, Fury walking behind them, “I mean I am disappointed. I expected something of much grandeur and class, something so exquisite…” “Raisel, this is not the kingdom of dragons. This is where they hide because of yo…of humans”, Dragomir interrupted her, “Dragons live in the kingdom of Islandia, it is believed its beauty is unmatched and second to none. Men could never describe it because its beauty left the beholder tongue-tied and in awe” She looked at him quizzically, “You know a lot about these creatures” “Pfft”, he shrugged it off nonchalantly, “Most of us just pay attention in history lessons”

Josh furrowed his brows. "Am I safe?" He asked suddenly. "From the darker creatures, no. From werewolves, for the most part. Just don't anger one." I laughed again. "Dragons are pretty neutral. All most full blooded dragons want are knowledge, riches, and powerful mates." I shrugged. "Wait so what is Dex then?" He tried to get me to tell him. I just shook my head.

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.