Feminine Beautiful Dragon Novels & Stories

I can already tell what color her dragon will be just by the look of her. Ashton notices my shock and says kindly to the woman, “My dear, you’ve had a long day. Retire to our rooms for a while. I’ll come check on you shortly.” She gives us both another graceful curtsy before turning and drifting away, her body passing through a darkened archway. She’s tall, but so are all dragon females… the rarest kind of the dragons of all. Women. I turn to Ashton, who wearily looks after her, chewing his lower lip, before he motions for me to sit.

From her statement, it seems she thought Drogo was a male dragon. "What?" She said looking confused. "Drogo is a female '' I said with a glare, Freya was taken aback. I wasn't surprised, she knew nothing about dragons, so she had no idea. "Drogo is a female dragon? " She shouted in horror, looking at me with disappointment. " Why on earth would you give a female dragon a masculine name? The name Drogo sounds manly" she said looking at me with disdain. Her words and actions rendered me speechless. " I heard that when a dragon is born you alone can give it its name. What were you thinking when you thought of Drogo?" She questioned. "Goodness! There better names " she said again.

It would not surprise her. The girl glanced at her father, trying to read anything from his face, but he remained calm. His expression was emotionless. - She is a beautiful creature. Her scales are dark brown, almost black, and her claws are sharp as knives. - She spoke slowly. It was like walking on thin ice, but Demetria had no other choice. Lucius rested his chin on his fist, overseeing her. - It sounds like my mother's dragon.- The King responded. - It is a shame you could not meet her. She was a lovely woman.

“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.

Chuckling in response, the crowned woman then said, “Since that’s the case, I’m now surer than ever that the green dragon is one of the Divine Beasts of the Leicom Continent. I’m assuming you found it while taking on the Challenge of the Fairyland? Regardless, just know that the dragon will only feed on Heaven’s apples!” Seeing that Gerald registered her words, the crowned woman then cleared her throat before adding in a more serious tone, “Either way, since the young green dragon chose you to be its master, I’m sure you’re no ordinary person. With that said, I hope you’ll nurture it well! If you do, I’m sure it’ll help you obtain unimaginable gains!” Hearing that, Gerald simply nodded. Even

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

I rose to my feet and staggered down the tunnel to the mouth of the cavern, feeling the wind raised by the dragon’s wings blow back my skirts and braid, whipping the stray hairs that had worked their way free against my face, and setting the pearls around my neck swaying. The dragon wheeled on a wing tip, and roared again, blowing out a shock of fire. He was breathtakingly beautiful, his scales grading from white across his stomach, green gold, to the rich gold of the treasure pile behind me. The spikes that ranged along his back held threads of orange through them. Like the sculptures of lions in the castle, his head was square jawed and regal, and his legs muscled, and claw tipped. His win

BADUMP! Their hearts picked up. This time, instead of fear, they were thrilling. “Latte… are you okay?” Latte bowed at her chieftain in relief. “Yes, Chieftain. I’m a bit in a mess but I’m okay.” She staggered towards Caramel. The dragon lord was beautiful. It was a gold dragon, looking majestic. The scale of the dragon shining under the sun steadily appeared inside the forest once again. And the owner looked no less charming than the dragon. The fluffy gold attire and the makeup were dazzling to the eyes.

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

The one with topaz scales was named Ortinbras, the one with silver scales was named Neceron, while the last one with pristine white scales was named Celtore. They were all women. When Ellaine asked about it Finrod said, “Contrary to chauvinistic views, no dragon is male. All of them are female.” They were grouped to each dragon. Ellaine and Yntreia went with Neceron. She eyed them both quietly and after sometime said, “I am glad to make acquaintance of the pixie Princess and a woman of great importance.” They exchanged courtesy but Ellaine was left brooding. Neceron’s remark about her being ‘of great importance’ added to the anxiety she felt with Yntreia’s prophecy.