Novel & Cerita Feathered Dragons

The pain was so strong. A few feet away Freja stood in shock, watching as Zarek, now a huge ass dragon, rolled around in the snow whimpering like a giant puppy. She had never seen a dragon of that size except when she killed the Elder Drake as a teen. Everything about his body was hard and sharp, designed to kill and maim. His scales were a beautiful amber color that shimmered under the sun, mesmerizing her momentarily. Sharp horns trailed from the top of his snout and down his head and back to where they ended at the tip of his long tail. Zarek’s body was sleek but bulky in the right places for protection, his toes wielding wicked sharp claws that tore up the dirt as he rolled around. She s

Then it dawns on them, crisp and clear, they’ve lost the clasp-Amira’s hair claps made of musgravite stone. ~~~ A full grown red-winged beast flying through the airy womb of sky and gliding through the mountains high and low meets with two other humongous dragons, one that can easily be identified as a rock dragon with the semi-stones covering its entirety while the other one, a desert dragon dominated by Khaki and four sharp horns that curves up to it neck. With the direction they are navigating, one can tell they’re off to the Kingdom of Hauraya. “Can you explain to me what happened?” Douman, the sovereign among the gold dragons, demands answer from his youngest daughter, Alianah, who just

It was the place where she felt she belonged, now and forever. "You know, in old times, and I mean old times like before my parents… Middle Ages, and even before that, there was a handful of cases when dragons were mated to other species. Plus, there is something about pure dragon couples that makes them infertile for the better part of the century. That's partly the reason why there's so little of us in the world. And most of the living dragons are now very old. Some of them never had kids…

She wasn’t going to like what I was about to tell her. “Yeah,” I let out a breath, knowing that I needed to tell her what had happened. “She, umm, she claimed Kaida and Kaji.” “Claimed?” Cass tilted her head to the side, her hand coming up to her lower lip. Her fingers brushed against my claim and it shot a thrill of white-hot need straight up my spine. My balls tightened and I had to fight down a moan. “I thought that only dragons could claim a human.” “When it’s fate. That is when the Gods made that person for a dragon. They can claim them. She’ll never want to be away from them. They’ll always be able to find her. Cass, I'm sorry.”

Oliver also stared at the numerous dragons, surprise in his eyes. “Welcome to our place, dear guests.” Kian walked in front of us and effortlessly broke free from the rope. Ah right, this is their place so they are at their most powerful. Wings protrude from his back, almost as big as the wings of the dragon I once saw in my dream. He flew away majestically, like the eagle that rules the sky. The frown on Oliver’s face deepened. Two guards approached us, long and sharp spears in their hand. Its shaft was made with thick iron while its head with a glowing stone, presumably some kind of crystal.

Liora, holding the feather protectively, replied, "We were granted this feather as a symbol of rebirth and hope. Why do you seek it?" The dragon's gaze softened. "The Phoenix and I are two halves of the same coin. Its essence stabilizes my power, just as my presence ensures its rebirth. Without it, the balance of Meranthia is threatened." Altair, ever the strategist, asked, "And if we give you the feather, what assurances do we have that you won't misuse its power?" The dragon, lowering its massive head, responded, "Our role isn't to interfere but to maintain balance. I promise no harm will come from returning the essence."

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

He was the first sky dragon. The next egg to hatch was covered in red and black ridges, glowing from within. It was larger than the other three eggs, almost double in size. So it was no surprise to Oaestr that not one but two dragons hatched from this very special egg. One was as bright as red hot coals, with traces of black on her horns and ears, and the other as dark as night itself. “You my little beauty,” she addressed the brighter of the two hatchlings, “burn like the deepest rivers of fire beneath the earth. I shall name you Faeyr.” The little drakaina began to glow, her eyes alight with red flame. She was the very first fire dragon.

The Only option left for him was to continue to change techniques. He shouted the devil's dragon appeared. He raised his both hands into the sky. Suddenly, about hundreds of dragons appeared. They were strange spiritual animals with double heads with big teeth and could walk with their four legs and they could crawl on their belly. They could jump and sustain in the mid-air.

After all, they were the strongest warriors, and much of that strength came from having the Dragon. A thunderous roar tore through the sky once more. Arah’s eyes snapped back to Gildeon as flames traced along its dark, gilded scales like molten lava. The golden ridges along its spine matched the hue of its predatory eyes, and the spikes on its majestic tail radiated heat that was palpable even from a distance. He was terrifying. He was magnificent. He was… beautiful. “Look at that creature,” Feviel muttered with subtle disdain, tossing his sword into the wind. It shifted midair, transforming into one of the owls.