Feathered Dragons Novels & Stories

Watching Wilbur, Augheimer focused his thoughts, forming a black defensive shield around his body to prepare for Wilbur's attack. In midair, the phantom of the Four Divine Beasts, Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise, hovered above Wilbur, circling him. As their energies began to merge, the four beasts started to fuse into one. After rapidly spinning, they ultimately combined into a golden dragon.

"Keep your voice down. You're a bird—you can't speak human language." Vex, the middle one, wasn't happy about it. His tail shot straight up with a swish. "We're not birds! We're red dragons!" "How can you call yourselves dragons when you're so tiny?" I poked him with a finger, sending him tumbling. "If I say you're a bird, then you're a bird. Got it? And most importantly, you can't talk to anyone except me. If you do, they'll burn both you and me alive."

Elizabeth packs her beautiful blond hair in a ponytail as she widens her red ruby eyes as well in suspense. “Dragons!”Historia begins. “Those scary looking, regal gigantic birds, with ginormous bar-like wings and heads like huge lizards clustered with horns and impregnable scales. They have long bard tails like armored horses, and sharp-clawed teeth that can rip you apart and chew your bones. They spit out volcanic fire that can devour a whole city.

Harris thought it was so magical being in the sky and looking at the two large dragons flying on their right. Harris could easily tell which one was Lana. Her dragon was almost half the size of Adonis and Atticus. Draven was bigger than both. His wing span was larger, and his body was twice the size of Lana's. Draven’s tail stretched out longer than the other two dragons. The spikes along his head and neck were sharper, more pronounced and longer, and his talons looked deadlier.

Typically Dragons were immensely large, but this one got two sets of wings, a larger pair set atop the muscular shoulders, and a slightly smaller pair set lower back that tucked below when folded, necessary to propel the massive body through the sky and fly. But looking at the creature filled Celina with a hollow sort of dread. It shouldn’t be making her feel this way; after all, she’s been waiting for an opportunity exactly like this. Why wasn’t she elevated? Ever since past few days, Celina had a myriad of emotions, from better to worse. Better because now there's something to strive for, a light amidst the unfamiliar fog. Worse because it scarred her for life, made her want to live a comm

"Dragons have never been attacked." Kade finished Brandon's statement. "That's why other supernaturals can't use they gifts here." Brandon dressed and he fed his fish that reminded him of a breed he once researched.. An aqua dragon swimming in its waters. "The fish mother got attacked by predators. I found this little suckers egg and raised him." "How?"

As her dragon glided along warm currents, tracking Ragnar's mate, she looked up from the valleys below and beheld a breathtaking sight. In the distance flew a gigantic white dragon, her crests were tinged a dusky pink, and Titan felt she'd never seen a beast so beautiful. This must be the Queen's dragon. Beating her wings to lessen the distance between them, Titan had to put real effort in to catch up, and she was puffing before she reached the Queen's tail. There she noticed the real struggle taking place.

Petra practically screamed again. “Thank You. Yes, they do have scales. Um, I don’t know, my mom said that I can change into any animal, but I don’t know if those ever existed. I’ve only brought out my wings so far.” I told her. “They did exist. There are shapeshifters that are dragons. I haven’t met any personally, but I know that are around still. I have heard from other packs around the world.” Craig explained. “I had a lot of fun with my dragon babies. They stayed near volcanoes. They evolved into shapeshifters and other lizards to keep from going extinct.” Gaia told us.

“Who are they?” “The Draconic Guard. Cheng must have sent them.” As they got closer they looked like winged men, only not men. They had reptilian heads with large crests that ran all the way down their backs and along their tails. Their leathery wings flapped in long slow movements. The girls returned to find us all staring at the sky and joined in. “Fookin’ hell,” said Flossie. “Dragonmen.” “Even with a wingspan like that, they shouldn’t be able to fly,” said Maurice.