Fable Dragon Novels & Stories

Mia's POV Hugo's voice shifts. Gets that particular storytelling quality that makes even adults lean in. "The knight had three loyal companions," he begins. His hands gesture like he's painting the scene in the air. "A falcon who could fly faster than the wind. A hound who never tired. And a small dragon who—" "DRAGONS!" Alexander nearly falls out of his chair. "I KNEW there would be dragons!" "How big is the dragon?" Madison asks breathlessly.

They went to where the Fire Mage was. A fireball appeared in the Fire Mage’s right hand. Ayla looked in fascination at how the fireball grew or got smaller. Moments later, the fireball turned into three little balls. The children laughed with delight when the balls joggled in the air. Rhobart and Ayla watched the Fire Mage for a little longer. “How about we go listen to the Storyteller. From what I heard, this year she has a story about dragons.” Ayla’s eyes lit up. “Dragons?” Rhobart nodded. “I want to listen to her story.”

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

If I could go back to a few days ago when I received Cyran’s email, I would have packed my bags and left. “It might not be possible for humans, but Dragons have abilities that humans couldn’t dream of. Some of us can read minds, while others have different abilities. It isn’t like I always invade someone’s privacy, but I thought now was the exception.” Kellan moved off the couch he was on and came to sit between Jade and me.

Studying. Experienced. Dangerous. Good. I bare my teeth and roar across the sky. “Your master hides while you bleed for him!” The fae laughs softly. “Malrec has already won.” “Then why send you?” I snarl. The dragon lunges. Fast. Too fast for a creature his size. His jaws snap shut inches from my throat as the fae warrior strikes with his spear, the enchanted weapon slicing across my scales with a burst of searing magic. Pain flares down my side.

Every word bit into my flesh as he continued to tell his terrible story. "Let me tell you a little bit about your father. Obviously you know now that he was what we called the King of the Dragons. A god amongst us if you will. Blood Dragons are well known for their blood magic and it's a powerful one at that. If he so much as wanted to, he could explode a mountain with just a snap of his fingers." Drake snapped his fingers to make a point. "He was revered as the greatest Dragon. He was compassionate, but also extremely stubborn." He gave me a pointed look before continuing.

A water serpent would become a dragon if it caught the dragons pearl falling from heaven. If he would clutch an orb known as dragon pearl, which is said to grant it's bearer omnipotence. Only a dragon with four claws could possess an orb and lesser three-clawed dragons lacked the opposable thumb to hold onto it. If only he could get it he would have the ability to create things, making him a higher creature compared to Fox and wolves who were considered lesser entities.

"A dragon crashed down from the sky and burnt it down to the ground!" "A dragon?!" Hayden asks. "Yes!" Daniel's lips are quivering. "It's a Fae familiar. And one of the royal Fae families seems to control it! We expect them to attack the neighboring village next in a display of strength! They are still marching through vampire territory!" Before anyone has uttered another word, I speak up, entirely shaken by hearing this. "How did the dragon look like?" Daniel turns to me, wetting his lips. "It was larger than any other dragon I've ever seen, scales purely black and its eyes blazing red. Fire came out through his flaring nostrils, and the cry is different, louder."

He kept his same pace until they reached the front doors once more. "Well honestly I am still trying to wrap my brain around it. The only thing I have to go off of is the fables. And in them dragons are always monsters," Amara said. That caused Damascus to stop in his tracks. They stood on the top step of the castle. He held his hand out to their surroundings. "Do we look like monsters?" He asked with sincerity. Amara raised a brow and looked out. In the kingdom there were children playing, mothers holding babies. Men working. The same things could be found in any town or city of humans.

Her opalescent scales shimmered in the moonlight as she glared up at me. 'I am only a hatchling in this realm. My soul has been around for a very long time, taking the form of one familiar or another, but you are the first to be worthy of my true form.' Her true form? The egg shifted once more, and more of the shell cracked and fell apart until there stood a tiny dragon. She spread her wings, flicking her spiked tail back and forth at the remaining shell before once more looking up at me. She was beautiful. Covered entirely in shimmering opalescent scales, small horns pointed backward off her head as she raised it back up to look up at me, causing the spines running the length of her back to