Feathered Dragons Romane & Geschichten

“Vampires? And this… this is not from the Feather clan nor the Wingsman clan.” She traced the pad of her fingers on the feathers. The feathers were slightly unique. It was pointy and rough around the edge. It was somewhat larger than either clan. The Feather clan consisted of numerous bird feathers and the Wingsman clan’s feathers were limited only to their wings. There were striking differences between the Feather clan's and the Wingsman clan’s feathers. The differences were also prominent.

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

“Don’t mind him. He’ll behave.” “And I told you not to bring the dragons here. But you’ve brought both, and now I can’t do anything about it.” She looked behind her at where the second one stood waiting. That one was smaller than this red one, though not by much since she had to guess that both of them were close to ten meters from snout to tail. Slender and blue-green-scaled, with a strange peacock-like webbed frill bearing beautiful false eyes, this second dragon was far stranger and more ethereal than she had ever imagined one could look.

We read so often of a time when dragons fought and ruled with their mates by their side, how the dragon found his mate… but nobody seems to wonder; where it all began, what if I told you; that there was a time when the great Archdragons had no mates. The world was young and feral, dragons flew wild and free, high above the fluffy white clouds, gliding gracefully. The world was magnificent, with green mountains and creatures of all kinds, magical and normal all living in harmony. The most powerful dragons known to exist were the Archdragons. Each Archdragon was blessed with the gift to control the element they were born with.

The last information they provided to Ahmet is that dragons can change their shape to a human-like body, and this is to facilitate the process of breeding , Just as interbreeding between elves and humans is possible, it is also possible to interbreed between dragons and other races, which produces a hybrid dragon in most cases the hybrid dragon is weaker than the pure blood dragon , But there are cases where a hybrid is much stronger than a pure-blooded one, as an example of this the black dragon, which is a hybrid dragon between a supreme being and a dark dragon. After Ahmet learned a little bit about the race of dragons, he bid farewell to the two guards and set out in his journey toward t

It wobbled a little, them being fragile. “You need to put them over a fire until they hatch. It’s a good thing we came with an elder to bless your child, he will also perfume another ceremony for the dragons. It is rare, we only have two in our whole kingdoms. We refer to them as the pure ones. These are just dragons. They will hatch when they are mature and they will grow over the years. They are strong and indestructible. What one of us can do in our dragon form, they can do it a hundred times over. They are very powerful.” Drakko explained, still not believing it himself. No one uttered a word after that, just staring at the baby then the eggs while trying to digest what they had just hea

Lines of well-cared drakes filled my sight as we walked through the stables. These creatures were the cousins of dragons. But instead of 4 limbs and wings, they had 2 legs, and depending on the type, the wings could or not exist. The color of their scales represented their element. The drakes here were mostly ground beasts. Only 2 green ones were capable to fly in the case that a message had to be sent. Most of them were the size of a horse, so training them as traveling medium was quite common. The knight departed from my side and sat on a red drake that seemed capable to break down an iron door with the power of his legs.

Thinking of someone hurting them made rage bubble in my stomach. I climbed into the nest, waiting for Beatrix to hop off my shoulder and curl up with her siblings. I honestly had no idea if she was even a she, or if the other two were boys. I was just guessing. But she had pretty, almond shaped eyes with thick, short lashes that looked so feminine. I would be shocked if she was a male, honestly. I lay so I can hug all three dragons, and close my eyes. I smile when the lights go out, and I feel Erik sliding into our nest. I felt very comfortable and safe right now, like I belonged here, with Erik and these dragons.

I am grabbed as I scream, telling her to stop. I watch in horror as her neck elongates and her head takes the shape of a dragon’s. Black feathers grow on her head in between golden horns. She leans back, throwing her arms wide as wings unfurl from her shoulder blades. She roars again, spitting fire into the sky.

When we get outside, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Ancalagon is flying in fast, something enclosed in his talons, screaming in pain. But what is most surprising and has all of us stopping to stare are the two small dragons that are dive-bombing Ancalagon, one emerald green and one ruby red, both of them screaming angrily at him.