Fantasy White Dragon Novels & Stories

“So this ‘dragon’ that is bonded with your soul is what has given you your potent abilities and now has unlocked some of your weaker magic?” Venya asked, for the fifth time. Rex had explained his meeting and bonding with Fafnir in great detail, but it seemed like Venya still did not believe him to be telling the truth. “Dragons are myth and you’re telling me your whole family line has bonded with one?” she had retorted, each time he tried telling her.

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

They would be safe there. 'Hop on, little mate.' I hear spoken. When I turned my head I was expecting a human-sized creature but I was taken aback, as the creature standing before me is at least 12 foot tall. What's more, his dragon... His dragon is white! I have never seen anything like it. "Oh. My. Goddess." I practically dropped my jaw for the first few seconds when he looked towards the border, far away from here. His eyes narrowed, then he looked at me while I stood frozen in awe and shock.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

So, she found herself staring in wonder as a pure white dragon, almost as big as Dreygor, followed meekly behind a dragonkeeper. Elyx's scales mirrored the snowfalls of Sejukgheim. She was a lethal combination of beautiful and terrifying. She spread her huge wings and flapped them, raising a substantial cloud of dust before folding them up. Nerina took a glance at Nezetta whose eyes were watering as she took in the sight of the dragon that she thought she'd never see again since she was banished to the Alcatraz. "Nezetta?" She called out softly. "Hm?"

Blake asked. “She’s the legendary white dragon descendent,” Drake said. “Only the white dragon is inherently graced with a beauty unparallel to all others.” “I shall accompany her to the Southern Province; there, we will seek out a pregnant dragon so you may be reincarnated,” Blake revealed his intentions and slept for the night.

My friend, my companion, my dragon. It’s the last thought I have as my body slams into the earth, and everything goes dark. White Dragon POV He's after us again, the white dragon that is so much more beautiful than I am. This time instead of a group of dragons, he has one that I can smell is much older. That makes him dangerous.

Grandpa noted, but as always, I didn't understand what he was saying. "For what?" "The white dragon is the female, half of the spell. Her purple eyes and white light comes from the blood of the white dragon. You and Sebastian carry the gold dragons blood. The three of you have to cast it together." "She isn't his mate," I growled at him. He was convinced Ruby shared us both as mates, but that wasn't true. She was my fated and only mine. Sharing her body was one thing, but sharing her soul was something different.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

The dragon’s head blazed with an icy light that almost compete with the morning sun. Ada closed her wide mouth, not realizing that they were open. The stories she had heard about the white dragon, never painted a beautiful but yet scary picture of a creature who can absorbed light into its body. The village story tellers only said that the white dragons were extinct, she never thought she could see one and live to tell the tale. “Why would you want to help a creature like me?” The beast asked. Ada took several steps backwards as the creature lowered its head. She could see its brown eyes. They were strong and beautiful.