Fantasy White Dragon Novels & Stories

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.

I have a dragon? A white dragon with pearly white scales. She looked like a creature carved from moonlight and frost. Her body gleams as though each scale were polished porcelain or mother-of-pearl, catching the light and scattering it in soft, shimmering hues. When she moved, the scales rippled like flowing silk, giving the impression that the she carried a piece of the moon on her skin. Her eyes are a piercing, crystalline blue - bright and cold as glacial ice - yet filled with an ancient intelligence that feels both mesmerizing and unnerving. The contrast of its pale, luminous body and those sharp, blue eyes makes it appear regal and otherworldly, as though it was born from winter storms

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

"Rafabik was a Firedragon who attacked Gaza, Aoun’scapital, for around five hundred years ago. We defeated the dragon, who we had named Rafabik, which means white fire, and therefore is Aoun’sbanner decorated with a hand and a dragon in the middle of the hand. A symbol of how we stopped the dragon." "Now, as you say it, I have read somewhere that the ancient Firedragons had a strangely colored fire. They mention no specific color, but I guess white fire would be classed as peculiar. The ancient breed of dragons has been extinct for a long time, and only rumors exist about Dragonfire, so I guess it could fit the description of Akana's ability," Vis said and refilled his drink. "Dragonfire ...

The figure with its white color floated in the sky looking at the Long family. ROAAARRRRR!!!! "Is it a white dragon? One of the dragons that is said to have power equal to or even exceeding that of the four major generals of the ancient family. I didn't realize all this time that my mother was descended from that white dragon." Long Hu said looking at the white dragon who was staring at the whole below him with a cold gaze. ROAAARRRR...! BOOMMM "This... Zin Zier came out?"

Alicia decided she had to see if he was still conscious before determining if she could help him or not. One quiet step at a time, Alicia came upon the dragon. He was blue, purple, and green and his skin shone in the sunlight like oil. Being a girl who knew no fear, she carefully reached a hand out to touch him. After all, it was not every day that you got to touch a dragon, she thought. He didn’t open his eyes when she gently touched the side of his face. That gave her courage to examine him. Alicia had hopes to be a Doctor of Animals, but she knew that was just a dream. No one would take a woman seriously.

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

Aira took the deer meat and gave it to the dragons. "You want to feed them?" Aira said. "Yes," I said. I held the deer meat and stared at a white dragon. The white dragon just stared at me and suddenly walked towards me. The beauty and size of his body fascinated me. The white dragon snorted at me, and I was shocked and closed my eyes. Aira laughed and said, "I think he likes you. This dragon belongs to King Everett." "What's his name?" "Pendragon," she said. And I reached out to feed him.

“That’s your ‘safe point’?” The silver dragon let out a tiny belch of smoke. “You’re welcome.” “I’m confused,” Candy muttered, arms crossed. “Who are you people?” “I’m Selra,” said the white witch. “And I’m Velra,” added the black witch. “We’re the Veil-Twins,” they said in eerie unison. “I’m Pyrion,” the dragon yawned, curling into Haunter’s lap more tightly. “Dragon of the Spiral Flame. But you can just call me Pyr.”