Fantasy White Dragon Novels & Stories

Then like what she saw the time she was still in the academy of magic, it was a river and a blurry vision of a white fi— She suddenly gasped, "It's a river dragon!" "And that's what I thought!" Kenshi smiled at her. "Now I need it to flood the battle ground, can it do that?" She looked at her dragon and it has marble eyes that she finds splendid. "Will you lend me your water? I just really need it for my kingdom and to save my people, my family and friends." The white dragon only spoke to her mind and she smiled when it said he would be glad to. "He said he would do it," she tells Kenshi.

"W-What? No... It's impossible! She's just a mere white dragon. Perhaps slightly more powerful than the others, but that's it! Nothing more..." Beck's gaze never wavered, and his words kept coming, sharp and unyielding. "Think about it yourself. All this time, the dragons have only had an outline as their breath of immortality. Even if it's just a mere white dragon, as you said, it would still be the same. But hers has a solid shape. Even her eyes are different colors! Who else would possess such a powerful mark? Who else could withstand the counterattack of this mark if not her daughter?"

He examined the engraving. “No.” I looked. The dragon wasn’t like Nicholas’s personal symbols. It had two heads. Wings spread. A crown between them. Lydia leaned closer. “That’s not a dragon.” “What?” I asked. She pointed. “Look at the tails.” Two bodies. Intertwined. Not one creature. Two. “Twins,” I whispered. Lydia looked at me. The room went silent again. Chase frowned. “I never noticed.” Nicholas turned the key.

It made him panic. Darryl cracked a smile when he noticed White Tiger King’s flustered expression. "White Tiger King, this is called the Trap Dragon Thorn. These Trap Dragon Thorns were specially invented by humans to deal with the Green Dragon clan. Once being stabbed, any powerful dragon will inevitably lose the ability to fly. I believe it is very painful. Even the Green Dragon clan could not bear the torture of the Trap Dragon Thorn. Would you like to try it?” Darryl said slowly to make himself clear as he had a relaxed expression on his face.

It said his name was Andromeda. Andromeda transformed into a huge white dragon, one of the rarest in history. I’ve only heard about dark or brown dragon, never have I heard about a white one. “I owed some things if this should work out.” It winked at me and I wondered what things it might possess to grant to me. “A lot of things you never knew about, pup. Climb and let go!” It brawled at me. I was reluctant at first, but then move closer to it. I thought it was easier to climb a dragon but I was wrong as it back was slippery and thick.

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

I ask him, my dragon jumped at the idea of seeing daddy's dragon side, she's a traitor! "Hmm, soon love soon" he answers me. My basket was too heavy for me to carry anymore, we stopped picking now, just enjoying the walk around with everyone else, two dragons had my attention. A small white dragon, with eyes similar to mine, purple! Her wings were small compared to her size, but she was doing her best moving them up and down trying to fly. I didn't know if she'll do it or not, but I wanted to watch, Adrian tried to walk us away but I pulled him back, I want to see if the white dragon would fly.

Achilles waited patiently for her reply. As he waited for her to gather her thoughts, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty stood before him. He could tell that Seraphina’s dragon hadn't reached its full size yet but still, she stood tall at about 12ft tall, she was covered in pearlescent scales that looked smooth as glass and shone in hues of pink, purple and blue as the candle light flickered off of her body. A strange ethereal glow radiated from her body, Achilles couldn’t help but stare at his fated Princess in bewilderment, she was an angel, no, a goddess. As he looked up to her dragon’s face, he was shocked and joyous that he was looking into the same purple and blue eyes that he h

The white dragon nearly entirely retracted before surging forward again, driving himself to the hilt and eliciting a cry from Caelia, while Rhyzar’s thumb slipped free from her mouth. “That’s it, my love,” Rhyzar purred, his clothes disappearing in an instant. His impressive stature loomed before her face and she could hardly contain her desire, practically drooling at the sight. With a low, inhuman growl, the white dragon slowed his pace; his rhythmic in-and-out movements became shallower as Rhyzar gripped his manhood in one hand while gently guiding her lips to open wider with the other. Eagerly, Caelia complied, her body tightening around the pillar inside her as the white dragon’s finger

The rampant hurricane had ripped it apart in seconds, and an immense pressure spread out as Edmund let out a deafening roar. "Aaaaarrrghhhh!" Just then, Wilbur came soaring over like a ray of white light. He had cast the Dragon Spell, and a white dragon charged into the hurricane with a cry of fury. It was not long before the hurricane disappeared, and the white dragon had doubled in size. Edmund's jaw dropped open at the sight of the white dragon. "What the…" Wilbur stood on the white dragon's head. "This white dragon was channeled out of the power of the light. The power of the light can absorb all energy… I just understood its true meaning moments ago."