Elemental Mythical Dragons Novels & Stories

What if she doesn’t want to be Queen or them Kings? Draco was a formidable thirty-nine-foot silver dragon. Silver denoted Mystics. Their eyes were the color of gemstones. The color represented the primary element that they drew their power from. Draco’s eyes were an electric blue because he drew his power from water. One might think that fire would be the most powerful element, but it was not. Water was because there were water molecules in the air that could be used as an extensive power source. Also, when there was no other way to fight, the water could be harnessed.

I have an elemental affinity to all the elements and I believe I unlocked all of them at once. The bright light I summon is as blinding as if looking directly into the sun. However, I ensure that it only affects the enemy. The dragons that were initially just three, have increased by tens. As the bright light overcomes their dark cloud, they roar and shriek in what I presume to be anger.

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

Primitive creatures in that aspect. Amora, my childhood friend, likes to stay in her tent mostly. She is loved by all, but even the elders talk about how she is not a dragon. Once Amora and Adam have children, they would either be a fairy or a dragon, with no mixing of the two. That was how the goddess had allowed mixed races to bond. So far, all mixed-race bondings had produced the opposite of what the dragon race needed. Female dragons. No female dragons in many blue moons had been born. The female dragon race was dying. All that was left now were males.

Blaze remembered. "That's the same one. I don't know until very recently that even Dragons originated from the fairy. The fairy goddess became sad when she saw her children fighting with each other, so she gifted the powers of the relic to three women, who most probably are fully fae or half-fae like my Mate. Then a dragon would be born as her protector and Mate. Together they would protect both the fae and the dragon races. So our mother decided to become a matchmaker. These three dragons are the protectors, who would be taking the thrones as the three elders" Drake explained. Blaze nodded his head.

“What? When, brother?” Ghaeron forced himself to share the tale of his great shame, one that he had shared with no one since the early days of life on Edon. “Shortly after Mother and Father had brought forth the first life here on Edon, I became fascinated with the complex weaving of mystical forces that had been utilized to do so. Such variety of living creatures had come into being! Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Minotaurs, and a host of lesser known beings, all benign and given great potential for growth. Growth is one of the constants of the universe, as you know. It is ingrained into the essence of Dragons.”

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?”

“The dragons—the true, original, majestic dragons—were not the brutes you see now. They were the architects of the elemental world. Take the Great Wyrm, Typhon…” The words washed over me, a monotonous river of names, dates, and self-aggrandizing lore. Elemental world… Typhon… the Treaty of the Sunken Isles… It was worse than any history class I’d ever endured. This was pure torture. For how long was I supposed to endure this again? I looked at the door. No, running was not an option.

Apart from the rooms rich treasure he believes what is important would never be locked up but on the other hand dragons are possessive. “This orb will show you what you need.” “So there is no scroll?” “Dragons a private beings whatever rumors that are fabricated that are not threats, we don’t care for them.” “The orb reminds me a little bit of a literal cliché.” “Well, there are a few truths in human mythology.” “You mean mythology written by humans.” “If you wish to put it that way, yes.” * “What do I do?” “Touch it and breath, calm your mind.” “Okay that sounds easy.”