Dreaming Dragons Novels & Stories

We soon reached a sleeping dragon, he was enormous. Dynaris approached the sleeping dragon, her footsteps echoing off the cavern walls. As she drew closer, the dragon's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her with a piercing gaze. Dynaris stood tall, her voice clear and steady. "I mean you no harm, noble dragon. I'm on a quest to reclaim the ancient dragon throne." The dragon's gaze narrowed, his voice low and rumbling. "Many have come before you, seeking to claim the throne. But few have succeeded. Are you prepared to face the trials that lie ahead?" Dynaris nodded, her determination evident. "I'm ready.”

Farther still, across storm-choked seas, lay Drakonis. A land of scaled kings, where volcanoes bled fire and mountains roared with ancient thunder. Dragons ruled the skies—massive shadows blotting out the sun, their roars shaking the world. Beneath, basilisks slid through molten tunnels and hydras waited in frozen cliffs. Fire was Drakonis’s heartbeat, its rulers claiming dominion through fear. Yet even dragons bowed to the Accord, knowing unchecked rage would scorch every realm. And at the edges of everything sprawled the Obsidian Wilds—

I learned how to be invisible at a young age, and it’s served me well ever since. I moved fast across the rooftops until the bus station came into view. Dropping into an alley, I heard what sounded like heavy wind. Which made no sense—I’d just been on the roof, and there hadn’t been a breeze. I looked up. Dragons. Holy shit. Real dragons. I’d been told they existed. I’d seen pictures. But I’d never seen one in person. I dashed into the street, eyes tracking their flight: a massive bronze, two blues, a green, an orange, and a red, all soaring together.

We men dream dreams, we work magic, we do good, we do evil. The dragons do not dream. They are dreams. They do not work magic: it is their substance, their being. They do not do; they are. ¨DUrsula K. Le Guin,?The Farthest Shore

Miracle as they call it, but Jai called it another chance. Like dragons in his world, they are believed to be the legendary entities that protects the world. They are legends that circulates almost in every culture. The most common stories depicted them as giant lizard with wings or giant serpent with long mustache. He never really thinks nor care about dragons existing in other worlds. It was only because of that dream on the first night he’s here that he was starting to wonder whether they really exist in this world.

I nod my head, the scales on my arm have disappeared now, I turn and walk away from Makkan and Halturian, my head spins with so many unanswered questions, but I need my Princess. I make my way to her, climbing into the bed next to her. I pull her into my arms; she sighs sleepily as I smell her hair, she calms me even when she is sleeping. I soon fall into a restless sleep, filled with dreams of a dragon with green scales and glowing eyes. Dragons are not real, there just fairytales I must be dreaming because I can't possibly be a dragon, can I? Yeah, I'll wake up in the morning, and everything will be back to normal.

Her face is flushed and her back arched a little. That's when Drake understood what is happening. 'Our mate seems to be dreaming about us' Drakos said wistfully in his head. 'You wish. She is scared of us. She will have nightmares about us. Not, this kind of dreams' Drake reminded his dragon. Drakos sighed unhappily. After that Nyra settled down and he too laid down beside her and soon sleep took over. Nyra is dreaming about her mate, but this time, her mate has a face. It's none other than Drake.

Every night, I dreamed of wings and fire and the tiny dragons growing inside those shimmering shells. And then, one night, it finally happened. I woke up to the sound of cracking. At first, I thought I was still dreaming. But then Lorien’s hand tightened around mine, and I realized he was awake too, his ruby eyes glowing in the darkness. “They’re hatching,” he whispered, his voice rough with awe. We rushed to the incubation chamber, my heart pounding so hard I could barely breathe. And there they were, our five little dragons, breaking free of their shells with tiny claws and tiny wings and tiny, furious roars that echoed off the stone walls.

She asked So I asked her that question in my mind "What if one day I suddenly changed? Just a hypothetical question," "I don't think you need to ask that, nothing will change between us," she answered then she continued "what about me, if ever I turned out to be a different person, " and then she laughed and continued "I have been having these dreams," she started telling her the story of the Halea and the dragon and I carefully listened. She is dreaming to be this Goddess and a warrior fighting a mighty dragon, in her dream she launches her sword killing the beast. She stopped and then tells me about her crying after killing the dragon and her travel with the flaming dog and her affirmation

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"