Fantasy Magic Dragon Novels & Stories

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.

They purr seductively while working my pants down and licking the pre-cum off my tip. “Spicy!” they exclaim and grin at me. “Dragons have more magic than other shifters, much like how the fae are nearly pure magic, isn’t that so?” “Yes, I suppose. I’d love to tie you up and fuck you, but are you sure you can take me?” I ask and they giggle, running to the cabinet that I have paid no attention to until now. They swing open the doors and my eyes go wide.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

Something's very wrong. A scream tore from her lips, echoing through the trees. But the sound was cut short as a massive shadow passed overhead, blotting out the stars. Cathy's heart thundered in her chest as she recognized the familiar silhouette. ‘The dragon. Magnus's dragon.’ The dragon spirit—Magnus's dragon—landed beside her with earth-shaking force. Its obsidian scales gleamed in the moonlight, each one a mirror reflecting her own wide-eyed wonder. ‘It's here. It's actually here.’

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab

“Maybe you could tell me a little about magic? Dragons have magic, right?” “After a fashion, but not like a fire mage, like you. Mages are born with power, like dragons. But they have… I don’t know… more versatility? I was born with the gift of glamor, and other dragons have other powers. But you… I’ll bet there’s a LOT you can do.” “I guess we’ll find out. I’d just be happy if my hands stopped glowing and I didn’t, you know, kill people,” I muttered. “You’ll get there, beautiful. You’ll get there,” he assured me.

He asked but Alister only held a hand up. "Drakkon" he said and a sparkle of blue emitted from his palm, then Danté saw amazed a tiny dragon form of ice and crawl around in his hand "If merely listening to the word didn't tell you it means dragon, you know now" "What kind of magic is this? Is it similar to a warlock?" Danté asked. Amber couldn't resist and brought her hand over from the back seats. "Drakania" she said and a tiny dragon of fire appeared in her palm, Danté sat there like a kid watching new toys, the two little dragons so life-like if one wasn't burning and one clearly made of ice and water, he would have been fooled.

She nodded. "They are magic practitioners, are they not?" she retorted. "Well, yes. I suppose they are. But dark magic like this?" "The dragon I fought was made of stone and was given life by magic. It would seem that someone of great power would have had a hand in its creation," Elric voiced. His brother nodded, still unused to hearing a voice inside his head.

I watched in awe as the majestic creatures twisted and turned effortlessly, their scales shimmering under the moonlight. The scene shifted, and I found myself on a high cliff overlooking a vast, glittering valley. A powerful gust carried the scent of ancient magic, and I felt the presence of others around me. Was I in the Dragon Kingdom? My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to make sense of the dream. A dragon, larger and more magnificent than the others, descended from the sky, landing gracefully on the cliff beside me. Her eyes, brilliant and knowing, locked onto mine. It was as if she could see into the very depths of my soul.

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.