Feathered Dragons Novels & Stories

His Red Flame Qi swept out, like several fire dragons, rushing toward the Immortal Master of the Winged race. With a flap of his wings, the Immortal Master of the Winged race flew over with dazzling golden light. Countless feathers turned into rays of light and collided with the flaming dragons. Boom! Boom! An earth-shattering explosion spread through the starry sky, and the stars shook. Several dragons were torn apart by the feathers, but the feathers were also burned to ashes by them. "Kill!" Flaming Qilin rushed toward the Immortal Master of the Winged race like a lunatic. Red flames rose all over his body as if they were going to burn down the sky.

Loukas explained. I noticed that Kaelayni and Mykynzye gave each other a look when Loukas said that about dragon shifters, but I will address that later. Alaexys, Jaylin, Dareia, Danallae and Laehya all had dragons sitting on their shoulders. They were the size of house cats. Not the other cats that have been here for a few days that think they are lap sized. Alaexys had a pink dragon sitting on her shoulder. I was not surprised that it was pink. Just about everything about her is pink. Jaylin’s little dragon was green like an emerald. Dareia had a little black dragon which would go back and forth between her and Donte. Danallae’s dragon reminded me of a ruby. It was dark red and shimmery. T

Living as long as we have, we’ve seen the start of a new prophecy taking place, right in front of our eyes. Alpha Cayd’s mate, Madelyn, was descended from dragons. They found what was left of the dragon clans and brought them to Araphyra. Since then, the fae lands have flourished. It’s as if the dragons were always meant to be here and according to King Aolis, they were at one time. None of the members of the dragon clans actually shift into a dragon, but apparently just having dragon blood makes the fae land respond. However, the prophecy has been title The Return of the Dragons, and almost everyone believes that one day, we'll have dragons flying in our skies.

I can tell this makes Reyna even more upset, but this must be found. “Reyna I need you to shift. I believe that we can tell where you are from by your dragon. The only dragons to give birth to live young are gemstone dragons like Ty.” I tell her. Ty shifts into her dragon to make Reyna more comfortable. I hear several gasps, including Haratio and his two. I know they all knew what kind of dragon she was, but I think seeing it made it real for them. Dray and Drake shift into theirs and, as usual, stand on each side of her like two large bodyguards. I roll my eyes at those two. All the kids start shifting, and I smile when I see Elayni’s dragon. She is somewhere, size-wise, between T

A colourful butterfly landed on her finger, the purple and pink pattern with touches of white was intricately designed. And then there were the beautiful humans and creatures that walked about oblivious to the intrusion from the outside world. Dragons of different colours and sizes, some were high up in the air, close to the sun. Raisel doubted now if that was the sun. It looked like a beautiful ball of vibrant flame of fire of some sort. The light from the fire reflected on the colourful dragons in the sky, casting off different colours of light down to the earth. The reflection of the colours bounced off clear surfaces. Some dragons barely moved about in their forms, much smaller dragons w

My excited roar carried across the night sky, I flapped my wings a little harder to keep myself airborne and didn't really want to be crashing down to the earth on my first flight! Dragus and Darian were next to me hoovering next to me, their wings as wide as two trucks, one gold one silver. They looked magnificent. I couldn't help but let my eyes trail over their dragons bodies, their scales as hard as granite but moving freely with their movements. They were incredible.

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

Here I'm being saved, yet again, by a Drakon. The giant dragon lands near the Palace's front gates with a heavy thump. Seconds later, a lavender and blue-toned Phoenix also lands nearby. Lowering itself, the dragon opens its left wing, creating a ramp for me to dismount. I slide down, stumbling as my feet hit the puffy snow. My legs shake uncontrollably, my mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water trying to consume as much Oxygen as possible while riding the adrenaline rush as I observe the intimidating being before me. Its Godzilla-like body shape reminds me of Bahamut from the Final Fantasy franchise, gargoyle wings twice its corporal size, glowing blue spine spikes from head to tai

I’m still completely lost in the sauce. “Lost in the sauce?” Cece echoed, confused. Just a silly saying, I chuckled. Oh, and actually, there are three differences between shifters and dragons. “What’s the third?” she asked confused. Dragons can fly, I said, stretching my wings to their full span—about twenty feet, matching my height. They were a blend of scales and dense feathers, deep black with a shimmering crimson glow when the light caught them. I’d expected bright red to match my hair, but this dark cherry shade was even better.

Even the claws, depicted with sharp precision, seemed ready to rend stone or flesh with equal ease. The dragon's wings were a masterpiece of artistry, spanning wide across Phoenix's back. The wings were composed of leathery membranes stretched between elongated bones. Veins and ridges crisscrossed the membranes, giving them an appearance that suggested aerodynamic efficiency. As Astrid's gaze trailed down from Phoenix's back to his forearm, she discovered another piece of art etched into his skin. A Celtic knot design graced his arm, its elaborate twists and turns captivating her attention like a labyrinth of ancient lore.