Dreaming Dragons Novels & Stories

“Hmm, they do. The dragons spend most of their time in the deepest tunnels, where it's warm and close to the soft molten rock that heats the catacomb. But they venture out regularly, travelling to the surface for each day's hunt or stretching their legs in the roomier upper tunnels. You never know with those creatures.” “Is that all?” She asked after a second. Celina nodded, “For now? Yes.” *** The next morning Celina was struck with several different thoughts. She was sure that the woman in her dreams knew about dragons more than she let on. Why would she not tell her everything? The eighteen-year-old did couldn’t stop herself thinking about it. She thought having her questions answered wou

I could feel something moving through me, an attraction that I hadn’t felt before. Sure, he was tall, dark, and handsome. His cheekbones were high and his body looked like something that had been molded by the gods. It didn’t explain why a part of me wanted to lay my head down against him. To rub my cheek against his scarred chest, press my lips against those four ragged lines. “I’m a dragon and I've claimed you as my mate.” I didn’t say anything to him, I didn’t know what that meant. A dragon, that I was his mate. How was I supposed to respond to that?

She sat up and began, "In my dream, I found myself standing in a vast, desolate wasteland. The sky was dark and gloomy, and the wind was howling fiercely. As I looked around, I saw a magnificent dragon, whose scales glittered in the moonlight." Our eyes met and I saw her's sparkle at mention of the name dragon, then she carried on, "At first, I was amazed by the creature's beauty. I had never seen anything like it before. The dragon was majestic, with a powerful physique and piercing green eyes. But then, the dream took a terrifying turn." Liana grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard. "Suddenly, I saw the dragon being attacked by an unseen force. The dragon roared in pain as its scales were to

Weather fights were a great way of keeping the Pride distracted while all waited on news from Dakari. Katalea had begun to have dreams again. She dreamt of dragons, magnificent in their appearance, with colors to rival a sunset. In her dreams she could see scaly crimson wings, tipped with gold and smoky gray eyes. She recognized those eyes, they belonged to the dragon that came after her in Utah. She felt him in her dreams, he seemed to be looking for her, and she pushed back and tried to remain in the shadows. He was not one to be crossed and she had made an enemy that day in Utah with her tornado.

I climb into bed and pull out The Witcher book I have been reading. I must have fallen asleep quickly as I start having a weird dream about dragons. There appears to be a war going on and there are dragons with all different colors everywhere. There appears to be humans with magical powers also as part of this war and all sorts of different animals. There were lions, tigers, jaguars, black bears, brown bears, eagles, falcons, and wolves to name a few I can see.

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.

Elizabeth packs her beautiful blond hair in a ponytail as she widens her red ruby eyes as well in suspense. “Dragons!”Historia begins. “Those scary looking, regal gigantic birds, with ginormous bar-like wings and heads like huge lizards clustered with horns and impregnable scales. They have long bard tails like armored horses, and sharp-clawed teeth that can rip you apart and chew your bones. They spit out volcanic fire that can devour a whole city.

She thinned her lips at how arrogant he was. The size of the room was intimidating. She felt like the castle she lived in would be equal to five such rooms. The sheer luxury of the palace awed her. She had thought that dragons existed in mythology, and were mostly savages and primitive. And this place or the two dragons in front of her—there was nothing primitive about them. To top it, they looked sexy as fuck. She closed her eyes and shoved those thoughts somehow and asked, “Why am I here? Why are you here?” Her entire body was taut with worry and something she was losing control over herself. “What are you two doing in my bed?” She waved a hand at both of them. “Do you realize this isn’t n

he said. “Shit,” I said. “I’ve never heard of someone’s dragon leaving,” Preston said. “Sometimes a dragon will leave if his personality is in conflict with his host,” Baz said in my head. “His dragon might be purer than him,” I said as an explanation. “Baz, can you make contact with his dragon in your realm? Maybe he’ll be more eager to share what he knows,” I said to him. “Let me think about it,” Baz said and curled up on his side.

Something that will expand my mind and make life interesting. I've watched the dragon since I was six. He flies overhead in a spectacular display of strength and beauty. I envy his freedom. I will never be more than a human servant, but I can't stop my fantasies from taking over my thoughts. I want wings and fire and freedom. I want a kingdom to call my own and a life filled with adventure. More fool I-I want Tahr and everything that goes with being the mate of a dragon.