Fable Dragon Novels & Stories

He swiftly turned, confronting the path he just travelled, only to find the way barred by a monstrous figure. From within the embrace of shadows, two crimson eyes fixated on Caleb, they reflected an otherworldly light that pierced through the veil of the forest's dimness. Caleb tightened his grip on the bow, a silent challenge. The air thickened as the creature stalked forward, lessening the distance between them. A deep, resonant growl vibrated through the beast. A stray beam of light broke through the canopy, proving enough light that allowed Caleb to witness its true form—a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one was colossal, its fur as dark as the night sky, absorbing all the light that

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

We read so often of a time when dragons fought and ruled with their mates by their side, how the dragon found his mate… but nobody seems to wonder; where it all began, what if I told you; that there was a time when the great Archdragons had no mates. The world was young and feral, dragons flew wild and free, high above the fluffy white clouds, gliding gracefully. The world was magnificent, with green mountains and creatures of all kinds, magical and normal all living in harmony. The most powerful dragons known to exist were the Archdragons. Each Archdragon was blessed with the gift to control the element they were born with.

Cory asked, perturbed. “The King and Queen request to speak with you both at once, Sir. So, I suppose your play time is over,” he teased without changing his expression. “Go on, get out of here, you big galoot! Tell them we shall be there shortly. And do not tell them where you found us,” Cory warned. Geoffrey whipped the wrap from his waist, transforming into his emerald green dragon. He wrapped the scarf around his foot using the opposite claw and took off, spreading his magnificent wings out. “He is a very beautiful dragon,” Alicia commented, watching him fly away. Cory felt a twinge of jealousy that she was admiring another dragon besides him, her mate. He stared at her with a frown, and

The old magic survived only through her, and through those she chose. She swallowed. “That’s one path.” The vision shifted. Now she stood among dragons Draynor, Grenon, and others she did not recognize. Her dragon form loomed vast and luminous, scales threaded with Circle-light. The Dawlya magic did not rule here; it listened. The Circle bent itself around draconic instinct, reforging ancient bonds broken centuries ago. Balance. But the cost was clear. The Dawlya would never forgive it. They would call it betrayal, corruption. War would come not from fear of her, but from hatred.

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."

I feel the substance lift from within me and come out through my mouth. I feel him first,his rage twinning with mine,as flames lick at my skin like a lover. “Hello little one.” My dragon's voice rings in my ear.

Also, I would like to see how loyal my newest pet was. Adrienne lowered his head and eyes. "Forgive me." I pointed at the dagger my pet held before looking him in the eye. "Do not lose that. Only three of its kind have been forged and this is the last. Only that can harm the Fae dragon. Just a scratch is lethal enough to a regular Fae. One blow should do the trick. Can I trust you with this?" He tilted his head to and observed my face for a bit. "Yes. I will not misplace your trust."

Her eyes never left her husband who was leaning against his chair. “We've ruled this kingdom for nine hundred years before Vincent's father took over. And now, his son." Mr Gael started. He pushed to rest his face on his right hand with a long sigh. " I've never set my eyes on a dragon this huge Roseline. That dragon isn't a shifter. It's what we have been looking for for the past generations,” he concluded. Roseline dropped the teacup on the well polished jade tray and raised her head to meet his eyes. "What are you trying to suggest? Coincidence happen–”

Torin and Jericho looked at her, their eyes filled with trust - or perhaps trepidation. As the massive, scaled creature loomed closer, its eyes glowing with a fierce, primal intelligence, the friends found themselves lost in each other's embrace. The dragon's presence only fueled their passion, as they knew that it was here to bear witness to their union. "We've come to make a pact," Sable whispered, her voice trembling with both desire and defiance. "We will not be afraid of the evil, for it is part of our destiny. And we will not fear the dragons, for they are part of the same tapestry of life that we are."