Evil Dragon Name Novels & Stories

Dax glanced at Malfoy coldly and continued, “Listen closely. I am Dax Wimbleton, the Southern Warzone Master.” With that, his followers and aides introduced themselves one after another. “Drogo Azure, also known as the Eastern Azure Dragon of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Tiger White, also known as the Western White Tiger of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Axia Vermillion, also known as the Southern Vermillion Phoenix of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.”

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

"Welcome to Volkar, Princess Diana." He removed his helmet, revealing a stern and battle hardened face with sharp wolf features and piercing grey eyes. "The home of Prince Draven."

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

Because in my eyes, she is perfect. Looking at her now and the dragon that lives inside her, I realized that. "Hello, mate," her dragon breathes, its gaze straight towards me I gulp. "Hello," I managed, thanking the goddess I didn't produce anything close to a squeak. It leans forward and instinctively, I step back. Ava smiles and giggles as she watches my reaction. My eyes darting to her. "Her name is Valkerie," I shift my gaze, looking back at the dragon.

The reason she was named Angel was due to the fact that her Dragon was an Angel Aura quartz color. We hadn’t changed her name when she shifted for the first time. Unlike other Dragons, she had also been born with a Dragon Stone, which was the Angel Aura quartz. The Stone was beautiful, with a white base and a mixture of iridescent colors. She was the most beautiful Dragon that I have ever seen. Depending on how the light hit her, her coloring would shimmer with a colorful aura. The Stone had been named correctly because whenever I saw it, she looked like an Angel.

Even though he almost had his head cleaved in two, I see no fear. "You are very beautiful. Uncle Laryn wouldn't tell me what you look like, so I had to come see for myself." With trembling hands, I jerk the sword behind me. "Who are you?" I ask breathlessly. His small chest barrels outward. He's completely naked with no shame whatsoever. "I am Ashrac, son of Bastian and Acasia, the mightiest dragons in the land." I hide my grin. If this child wishes to pretend his parents are dragons, I won't ruin his fantasy. Acasia... she's the last claimed bride. "Your mother is Acasia?"

I said as she raised a brow. "I know you want to know what that is. Originally, those who had your mother's rank of dragon had a different name, which was known as Divroke. Divroke is an ancient word that means greater than the most powerful," I explained. "The name was used from generation to generation to identify such a dragon until our parents, who dearly loved gemstones, changed the name. Because of how my sister's dragon had an amazing fiery orange and yellow color at its tail, which looked like flames and fire opal, the name φλογερός was bestowed on her dragon, which is a Greek name that means fiery," I explained simply.

CX125 might mean “facility C, row X, egg #125.” “Oaestr,” I repeat, tilting my head as I walk in a slow circle around her, taking in every element of her very unusual appearance. Maybe wherever she’s wherever we are now, her name isn’t as unique, or as powerful–I can’t imagine anyone who would dare name their children after one of the oldest gods. “That name belongs to a very special dragon where I come from,” I explain. “They call her the Mother of Us All. From here, all the other dragon species on our planet were born.”

I do know and while I could do without being knocked unconscious, my dragon is a master when it comes to making my body respond in any and every way he chooses. ‘Maybe we should change my nickname to The Royal Elven Maestro.’ ‘No,’ I say snarkily. ‘Merethyl’s Maestro?’ he asks, his cooing voice full of arrogance at his ability. Damn this dragon and his sexual expertise. The stupid name is actually accurate. He chuckles in my mind, while he continues to glare at the elves around us, not letting any of them near me.