Eastern Dragonborn Novels & Stories

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

As the rumor of living dragons had spread through the east, ever more seekers had come to learn if the tale was true-and Xaro Xhoan Daxos saw to it that the great and the humble alike offered some token to the Mother of Dragons. The trickle he started soon swelled to a flood. Trader captains brought lace from Myr, chests of saffron from Yi Ti, amber and dragonglass out of Asshai. Merchants offered bags of coin, silversmiths rings and chains. Pipers piped for her, tumblers tumbled, and jugglers juggled, while dyers draped her in colors she had never known existed. A pair of Jogos Nhai presented her with one of their striped zorses, black and white and fierce. A widow brought the dried corpse

Albert replied in slow tone “Terraa…..?” Draco questioned him again “Yes Terra….. one of your kind” Albert replied and turned to Draco with wide eyes “Who is Terra, Draco?” questioned him and he turned cold and replied “Terra…. she is Earth Dragon…” “She is under control of royal…. 20 years back… it was Dragon Terra who…. who had created the earthquake… which broke and engulfed entire western part of kingdom Ostoban” Albert replied and I was shocked…

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

I handed her my phone, and she took it in her hands and placed it in her cross-body freckled bag that suited her look perfectly. "Don't be scared, Love... I might look rough, but my dragon adores you," I said, cupping her cheek, and taking a step back, shifting into my magnificent beast. Yes, I was an earth dragon, but unlike my brothers, I was also a gifted dragon, just like Adam. Adam was the Emerald dragon, while I, Urien Dragnoir, had the Onyx dragon. A pure black beast. Elisa gasped and then ran her hand over my snout, and my dragon melted into her, and then huffed, lowering his head.

However, the Storm Brothers didn’t move a muscle. “What are they waiting for?” I asked. “Waiting for someone,” Wilt gritted his teeth, “perhaps reinforcement.” Suddenly, a monstrous roar thundered in the air, followed by a squall that almost swept our feet. An eastern dragon appeared, floating and slithering over the Storm Brothers. “That’s Cao Xu,” Raja said. “He’s huge,” Brock gasped as the gang trembled at his immense size. The dragon brave was big enough to wrap around an entire jumbo jet.

I said, careful with my words. "Who is real?" Eren asked. She was still confused. "The beast," I said. I made my voice sound happy and surprised. "My dragon. She is talking to me. In my head." Eren's mouth fell open. "The dragon? She is awake? You mean like your actual dragon is awake? After all this time?" I nodded. I forced a big smile. "Yes. Her name is Veylara. She says my anger woke her up."

The dual element wielder gathered her magic to her feet letting her stand firmly on the ground despite the shaking of the earth. When the dragon emerged from the forest, Sophia was beyond awestruck. The only dragons she had ever met was Elijah and Gregory. And yet they were tiny compared to this one. Where Elijah was black and the epitome of darkness and fire itself, this dragon’s scales were elegant and shimmering in gold under the rays of the sun. It halted a few feet in front of her with its golden eyes seemed to bore into her soul. ‘Lady Sophia Laera,” a male voice boomed coming from the dragon.

Kate asked because she spoke only Filipino and English, unlike some of her classmates who had a hometown dialect. “Oh, it translates to something like: Our moon long ago, long ago… Was eaten by the Bakunawa… Please have pity, return it, return it… The crown of our king.” Kate was enthralled because, like most Filipino kids, she was more familiar with European dragons such as Smaug in LOTR, Hagrid’s Norbert, and of course Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion of Daenerys, the Mother of Dragons. There was also Shenron in Dragonball but she had long ago figured out that oriental dragons were more elongated and far more benevolent and auspicious than their western cousins. Lastly, there were Recca's eigh