Fantasy Ice Dragons Novels & Stories

“You actually challenged Nidhogg…?” Heimdall laughed. “In truth, Nidhogg isn’t a venomous dragon at all, but an ice dragon, its entire body glowing with a faint blue hue. That surprised me greatly as well. Though I was badly wounded, I still managed to win in the end.” He rolled up his sleeve, revealing the scars along his arm. Seeing the goddesses’ astonished expressions, Heimdall smiled with satisfaction. Frigga, however, let out a soft scoff and turned to leave.

Dragons loved treasure. “Do I not need a Vermale and a Male, then?” Lillah looked up, feeling unbothered by her nakedness now that she was bonded to the dragon pack and felt at home. “Nope, because unlike Oemales, you can self-fertilise an egg and carry it to term. It’s the combination of a Vermales’ egg and your egg that actually creates an ice dragon. If a Male or an Oemale fertilised the egg then you would have a fire dragon.” Gaz answered fully, waiting for her next question.

Elizabeth packs her beautiful blond hair in a ponytail as she widens her red ruby eyes as well in suspense. “Dragons!”Historia begins. “Those scary looking, regal gigantic birds, with ginormous bar-like wings and heads like huge lizards clustered with horns and impregnable scales. They have long bard tails like armored horses, and sharp-clawed teeth that can rip you apart and chew your bones. They spit out volcanic fire that can devour a whole city.

First, with the sleigh and then the wagon when they had reached a warmer landscape. Akana glared at his wedding gift lying in his lap. A small ice dragon goes by the name Naga, It was a tradition that those of the royal family would own an Icedragon, and Akana's dragon had been selected before they had embarked. Sidastir had himself a fully grown dragon far too big to ride with them in the wagon.

"Grigori will make it snow for you." Charlotte laughed, pretending to assume he was only teasing her. But she couldn't help but wonder if what he was saying was possible. Nordic ice dragons were able to manipulate precipitation. But Grigori, Rurik, and their third brother, Mikhail, were Russian Imperials. Perhaps Grigori would call in a favor?

“What do you mean?” Alex took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. “When I was cursed, as a young child, I learned that the council had captured the ice kingdom. They used dark magic to bind the dragons, leaving only their human forms. The leader of the dark witch coven was behind it all, using their power to control the dragons and bend them to her will.” A flicker of anger crossed Jenifer’s face. “We can’t let this happen. The dragons are vital to the balance of our world. Without them, chaos will reign.”

Obviously, seeing the wonderful blessing that Creed and I’s union had held. Men began blowing fire from their human mouths, something they had initially lost fifty years ago when the magic faded. Some fire was so hot, the flames looked blue and red. The fledglings all gasped and laughed, seeing the amazing colors. Another male could blow ice, freezing trees in an instant. The music played well into the night. Orion and Willa’s hospitality helped the dragons hold on to hope that soon all of Bergarian would be safe from the dangers of dark magic. We had won this battle, but the one to take down an evil sorcerer was our next step.

She asks, looking around like this other dragon just happened to be around and the dragon that just hatched would be lost in the field's tall grass. "They are born as adults. The egg contains the magic that they form from, not their material bodies." Loras answers looking mesmerized at the unseen beauty above them. Astrid unconsciously rises her hand and in an instant, the newly born dragon stops in the air and looks at her. She smiles. Instead of pitch black like Dracos, this one is a dark shade of purple. So beautiful... The dragon flies closer to them and lands right in front of Astrid, holding its huge head so it can smell the tinny girl that continues to smile at it. It pushes the tips

“The route with crystals is uncharged faerie magic.” Thinking back to their conversations, he thought aloud. “You said no magic can be used here.” Remembering Brandon’s insistence help him down, what he thought at that time a dark abyss. Flashing a mesmerizing smile and entrancing wink. “That was partly a strategy to get you to ride me.” His body is definitely not in sync with his rational mind, frustrated his body gave up the fight. Extremely grateful his dragon maintained his distance and he tried to deal with the restricting emotions. “Kiowa is technically a pure natural sprite dragon like the elementalist wolf before you.”

“If you cannot claim your dragon in the way our laws have prescribed, I’d say that you aren’t worthy of them. But that’s why we’re here, isn’t it. We need to come to some sort of agreement about how dragons will be claimed.” “I don’t see that there’s anything more to discuss here,” Ilvisar snarls, glaring at Kenna. He obviously didn't know that his son and half his troupe had been incinerated. “Careful, Ilvisar,” I say, my voice becoming icy. “You already have two fire dragons, one earth dragon, and a royal elf who are angry with you. I would suggest that you not add more fuel to that fire. I doubt you’d survive it. Aratan didn’t,” I say.