Fantasy White Dragon Novels & Stories

A ripple of movement spreads across the enemy formation. Two figures rise from the chaos below. Not soldiers. Not desperate followers. Generals. I feel their presence the moment they enter the sky. One is fae. The other dragon. They move together like two halves of the same blade. The dragon is massive—old scales darkened by centuries of battle. The fae warrior rides the creature’s back like a shadow carved from silver armor, his spear glowing faintly with ancient magic. They do not rush me. They circle. Studying.

‘She is the first and only who saw them’ I responded, gulping down the part of Willow, doesn’t need to bombard him with blowing things happened in the pack in matter of couple of weeks. ‘You’re white wolf, right?’ after a moment of pause he asked and we both nodded. He is old, maybe he knew something about white wolf. ‘White wolves are very powerful its just that they have to know about their powers and how to use them’ I and Lilith’s eyes connected, it was the biggest issue for us to solve other than rogues and witches but we’re getting no help from anywhere. ‘Do you know about them and their powers?’ I asked hopefully and he shook his head and then groaned; I was startled.

I need some fresh air. I fall down on the ground. The pulling is getting worse. It feels like my arms are being pulled from my body. I screamed, but the scream didn't sound like me. I look at my hands and I see that it is changing. There was flapping above me. I look up and see the most magnificent dragon in front of me. It was the biggest dragon I have ever seen. It started to change right in front of me. I see King Ate in front of me. The last I heard was "mate" before the darkness took hold of me.

This wasn’t a comfortable silence, he broke it first, “This is who I am Raisel. I can not hide who I am anymore” Raisel for lack of words to say and thoughts to think decided to focus on the man before her. For the first time, she took her time to study his features. White long hair, not attributable to ageing, she should have known. There was always something off about him. Grey eyes like clear crystals, perfectly toned body, rippling muscles. Her eyes dared not stray farther for fear of what she might see. A teardrop fell from her eyes, he was indeed an exceptional human, none like she had seen before it was like all the gods had come together to make him and breathe life into him. Excepti

We have a quick shower and go to bed. ********* Ella wakes us up early and invites us down for breakfast. “Is there a white dragon here? Ella?” “There was, she died a few weeks ago of loneliness. White dragons are very family orientated. When they are away from the ones they love, they stop eating, stop drinking, stop interacting with others, stop getting out of bed, or going anywhere. Until they just pass away from a broken heart. It takes time. However, once they have lost the person, they love the most. The end result is irreversible.”

Perhaps she had woken up in a dream, Minerva thought and looked at the creature that was standing near a huge rock. The creature was a dragon and Minerva was certain of it but it was slightly different from what she had heard. People say dragons are black and ugly but the one before her was nothing ugly. So blue and beautiful. " You're awake," someone said and Minerva immediately recognized the voice. Composing herself, she stood up to look across from where she was standing to see him. He was standing there, like a Greek god Minerva had heard about because of their handsomeness. Minerva couldn't imagine such a beautiful man exists while she was hoping to befriend Noah, the most handsome boy

That power was the power of the White Dragon, Albus White, Draco's mentor, who had mastered the element of ice and had healing and purification powers. Radcliff looked at the cursed Mana Tree and the dimensional crack perfectly confined within the eternal ice. He then looked up at the sky and stuck his tongue out, trying to taste the snowflakes falling from the sky. The snowflakes melted on his tongue, bringing a sense of freshness and healing power into his body. Radcliff grinned widely. He was jumping up and down with his naked body while clenching his fists and bursting out laughing. “Wooohoooooo! Yeah! The White Dragon has risen! It's time for the war to turn around! Draco! I'm coming!!!

She asked Arcilla. The white dragon stepped forward while keeping her wings folded towards their queen. White dragons lived in ice caves, often dug into the side of an arctic mountain, on the tundra, or glacial planes. Arcilla was a warrior dragon with a human owner named Dane. He's good company and a kind-hearted human. She doesn't want to put him in danger but if the dragons are not responsible for stealing the magic stone, who would it be? It can't be a wild boar or snakes inside the jungle. They're not that gifted to have intelligence like humans. Arcilla bends her white scaled knee on the ground as a sign of respect to her queen and king. "My queen and king, I'm afraid to tell you but m

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

But Cassius was so excited, she could not ruin that. - It says that whenever the dragon kingdom was heading to destruction, by wars, plaques, and disasters, the white dragon was born to bring the balance back. Those creatures were unique in every meaning of this word. They could possess gifts, different for each of them, but one thing was sure: they could do miracles thanks to them, end wars, heal whole nations, just name it. They were like gods sent to us to turn our kind from the edge. - The man finished, looking at her.