Fantasy Magic Dragon Novels & Stories

The dragons lifted their heads. Golden fire erupted around him. The earth trembled. Elara’s breath caught. The bond between them ignited. The magic on her wrist burned. Verath spread his arms and behind him— Something enormous began to emerge. Not a shadow. Not an illusion. A dragon. Its outline was formed from pure golden fire. Larger. Older. More powerful than anything she had ever seen. The dragons around them suddenly dropped to one knee. The black dragon looked stunned. “No…” The fiery shape behind Verath opened its eyes.

Fafnir said with a faint smile, “I heard from the sword’s demon that you almost ran into our distant cousin.” “I did?” “Yes, I believe she called it an all-consumer,” Fafnir growled. “That huge worm thing that swallows worlds is your cousin?” Rex asked, his eyes widening. “Distant, very distant,” Fafnir corrected, “They are an important part of the ecosystem, without them, there would be no magic.” “Wait, wait,” Rex said, “How does a world-consuming worm make magic?” “They tend to all the worlds in creation, consuming those that will not form and spreading the magic at its core across the ones that currently exist,” Fafnir said, “Odd it spoke to you and your brain did not burst, last convers

"Thousands of years ago, dragons are but legends in the eyes of men. Rarely do they sight one wheeling their wings in the sky nor transforming into a human-like form; not until one of the dragons landed into the Land of Limitless Desire. He stole the heart of magic and brought it to his realm. Unfortunately for the dragon named Argon, the heart of magic has cost him his heart.

Truthfully, the thought of losing him to a painful, uncertain curse hurt even more than our breakup. “To answer your earlier question, yes, dragons love forests,” Felix said, pulling me out of my thoughts. “They’re cold-blooded creatures, so they enjoy areas with shade where they can relax.” “How do you summon a dragon?” I asked. It was easier to ask him about the dragons than to dwell on the past. “Through magic,” he said as we approached a large clearing in the woods. “Here, watch.” He put down the picnic basket and pressed a hand against his chest. There was a slight golden glow, and then from above, I heard the flapping of very large wings.

“O Dragon of all Dragons. Awaken the Great Dragons from your deep slumber. I call you all the dragons of Magica. From the water, the land, the air. Ruler of animate and inanimate beings. For the Awakening of the Dragons and the future of Magica. I, Draco, the last Dragon King, summons you to rise and expel all demons from Magica! For Glory!” The Heart of Magic throbbed as if to answer Draco's call. The golden-colored heart flowed golden energy in the form of pillars of light that shot violently into the sky. The golden light broke out from above the sky in all directions like a meteor shower that shot fast and was emitting more and more light.

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.

I almost screamed as a deep voice entered my mind. “I'll deal with it. Get on, little one. Before I rip his head from his body and burn his corpse into nothing but ash.” I realized it was Ophir speaking. Dragons were powerful creatures and held such ancient magic. They had the ability to communicate with any shift they wanted to, any being they chose, through telekinesis. I immediately jumped onto Ophir, his scales warm to the touch.

And maybe I hadn’t said anything, but I hadn’t stopped it either. That’s what pissed me off the most. I couldn’t stop thinking about the magic. I’d never seen anything like it. Dragons were supposed to be extinct, whispers in old grimoires and fairy tales. But I’d grown up surrounded by magic, and what I saw in that arena wasn’t some unstable elemental surge. It was ancient. Alive. And it was tethered to her in a way I didn’t understand. Which meant I needed to.

"Not one bit. Most dragons just use this magic to increase their size though, instead of going for the enchantments." "Why?" "It's way easier. You experienced how hard healing two small wounds was and how much magic it took. Magic is incredibly hard when you start and most young dragons don't want to put in the effort." "It sounds like it would be worth it though," he said. "Drousin was big, but I imagine he's pretty slow." "Well, Drousin is absolutely huge for a dragon. I met Drousin's son before and he just recently hit maturity. Drousin was complaining about him lately and was ready to kick him out of the cave."

"What does it say?" I read aloud, my voice hushed with awe. "Dragon fire is not merely flame but the physical manifestation of will and emotion given form through ancient magic that runs in our blood. To access it for the first time, one must find the burning core that exists within every dragon, that spark of heat and light that can never be fully extinguished even when suppressed by external magic. Close your eyes and look inward, past flesh and bone to the essence of what you are, and there you will find it waiting like a ember in darkness, ready to roar to life the moment you give it permission to burn."