Feathered Dragons Novels & Stories

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 beg your pardon! I am a knight, and knights do not have fur. Nor do dragons. They have scales. In this instance, they have gold scales. Not fur, you imbecile.” I shake my head with a smile and follow Adrian out of the room. “Can I still call them fur babies if they don’t have any fur?” He gives another chuckle. “Honestly? I’ve got no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”

Good. Because so am I. I launch from the terrace. My dragon bursts forward with a roar that shakes the ancient stone beneath us. The wind tears across my scales as I climb rapidly toward the incoming enemy. Malrec doesn’t slow. He’s in his dragon form—larger than any I’ve ever seen outside the royal bloodline. Bigger than before. His scales are dark as storm clouds, and his wings cut through the air with terrifying strength. Fae enhancements. He’s not alone.

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.

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

Feathers challenged strongly again. Celine also had his gaze towards the place that Feathers was looking at. All of a sudden, a strong wind blew towards them that made Feathers cover his face with his arms, Celine was flinged away by the strong wind that she went to crash her back on a hut. She felt so much pain after she fell, but she stood and ran towards Feathers again, this time, she saw the dragon floating big on the air. It's wing were extremely wide, it was 15 feet in length making it look super gigantic, it's weight would be around 400kg, his long tails were made of blades, it had a strong and agile neck with sturdy limbs and protuding scary head.

I quickly changed into the new clothes. I was still astonished. "What the hell just happened? What had I shifted into?". I was a phoenix and a dragon.What kind of creature is that . Gina walked forward,her back was turned to us. "You shifted into Phoenix dragon a myth in books of magic history.No fae or witch has seen nor has ever transformed into such kind of creature before.The dragon has its own flame magic,they are very powerful and Phoenix ,a bird of desert obtains new life by rising from the ashes of its predecessor.It reborns each time it has been killed".