Fantasy Magic Dragon Novels & Stories

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

Darryl questioned subconsciously. Yennie looked at the young dragon closely. She could not hide her shock as her voice trembled when he said, "A dragon is the strongest enchanted beast. Their energy and techniques include water, fire, and lightning. Some of the dragons have other special abilities too. However, that situation would only appear once every thousand or ten thousand years." Yennie took a deep breath and continued to speak, "I never imagined that your dragon could swallow the enemies even when it has not reached a mature age. That is quite unbelievable."

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

she moved her attention to the other side of the plate, "These are dragons. And this here, what looks like a modest crown…." "Ok, honey, but what this all means? What is it?" Ethan was the first one to voice what everyone thought. Once she was back on the sofa, she spoke: "Roughly? A daughter of the dragon will tame the fire. And I'm pretty sure that fire here is not a literal fire." Everyone took their seats, still not understanding what this was all about. Kate and Richard were staring at Sarah long enough for everyone else to notice, so they looked at Sarah too.

"The highest level of magic is level 10 spells. These spells require a high level of mana that only pink-eye dragons have. Therefore, it would take 5 average dragons to work together to perform just one level 10 spell." "Then what's the highest level of spell normal dragons can use?" "If they have strong mana, they can get up to level 6, the odd level 7 spell. But, on the other hand, the average dragon with a normal level of mana can only learn up to level 3 with the odd level 4 spell. So when someone uses a level of spell higher than they can manage, they need a second dragon to help them fuel the mana requirement." "What level do you think I am?"

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

I said to her. “I won’t,” she said. Baz separated from me and he stretched his neck and wings and gave a big yawn as he looked at us. I rolled my sleeves up as his eyes started glowing. “I, Bazzoit, will now allow you entry into the dragon realm, make your cut and press your hands together so that the magic of my dragon’s blood can transport you,” he said. I cut my palm and then Jennifer’s and clasped our two hands together. I closed my eyes and I could feel that familiar pull. I heard the dripping water sound that echoed around the cave’s walls. I opened my eyes again and looked around.

Lirle took to the air, her attention on the direction where the sound came from. Her whole body trembled. "You're frightened. What is it?" I asked, fighting my own nerves. Lirle's eyes bore into mine and her terror shone brightly as she said: We're too late. The Ondror's magic is upon us. Listen carefully. A dragon's magic comes from the soul. Our greatest weapon is using the weaknesses of our enemy against them by showing them what they fear most.

Deep, aching loneliness that I recognized because I’d carried it myself for so long. “I tried to pull you to me earlier but was pushed back by something strong and cold. Some sort of magic … I knew I had to try again, only harder. Oh, did I tell you what I am?” He was bouncing slightly now, excited. “I’m an arctic dragon, except my mom was a golden dragon, so I am an Arten Dragon?” He laughed at his own joke, the sound filling the warm space around us. “Haha, I made that up."

She muttered as the dragons closed in. She shut her eyes, waiting for them to strike her. The dragons reared back, claws shooting down to strike her. In the split second before the fatal hit, Aurora released the core of her magic and a blinding white light shot out. An explosion blasted out, knocking her backwards. Her magic surged, a bright red glow, swirling around the dragons. The creatures tried to escape but they were trapped. They let out roars of pain as they tried to break free from the barrier that suddenly appeared.