Fiction Dragons Novels & Stories

Kurai said. “In our world, past the modern world with no true magic, the dragons have been around since the dawn of creation. The oldest dragons were said to be descended from the gods who breathed life into the earth, making it hospitable for humans to live in. To better protect the earth, the legendary pair of dragons; Fuxi and Nuwa had four sons. Each of them became Kings of the world in the four cardinal directions. The Black Dragon became the King of the North, The Red Dragon became the King of the South, the White Dragon became the King of the West, and the Blue Dragon became the King of the East. But they became corrupt as the years went by so the deities had them killed but the domin

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

I step closer to him until the firelight reflects in my scales. “You mistake comfort for strength,” I say quietly. The circle falls silent. “We are dragons,” I continue. “Apex creatures forged in flame and storm. We ruled both realms once because we were meant to.” “And the fae?” someone asks. “They understood hierarchy.” “Until the Madrigals,” another mutters. “Yes.” Madrigals. Half-blood bridges. Living compromises. They were meant to be tools. Instead they became symbols. And symbols are far more dangerous. I pace slowly around the fire pit.

"Earn it, dragon. Blood starts. Shatter Omega first." His laugh ground stones dark, scarred jaw angling claim-kiss—lips demanding velvet, tongue invasion tasting copper-salt sweat. I yielded fraction fire-match, athletic frame arching his lean, hands fisting gi blood-stiff. "Defiance suits," he growled, throat-pull, teeth grazing pulse claim-bite shallow. Obsidian flared volcanic as mahogany thighs parted instinctively, hakama hiking invitation.

“I love you. I’m a royal elf, a king. I should be the one protecting you and our child.” I press my forehead to hers. “It terrifies me that something could happen to you, Kenna. It terrifies me that after waiting so long, I could lose everything I’ve ever wanted in this life.” “Fire dragons are not so easy to kill, Yhen, and we have the numbers on our side. Yes, the elves have the earth element, but we have Phoenix, we have the Alpha of Alphas, and we have multiple dragons and hybrids who will fight.” I sigh, letting my dragon’s love flow through me, calming me.

Taran looks sad, “No, but something in me says to find my mother first. I want to know where they looked. The books aren’t completely accurate.” “Taran,” my voice is quiet. I want to learn more about dragons. What parts of the myths are authentic, and what are false? “Will you tell me what is true about dragons? I know about the first dragon and the stone. I want to know why you breathe fire. Are you made of fire? What do dragons eat? Are you born as a human or dragon? Since dragons are reptiles, wouldn’t they lay eggs? How did humans conceive dragons?”

Drakaina will be part of her – forever. When Hana was in the cave back on the mountain where she and Seraphina took a long trip just to get the dragon’s quest. While battling between Hana and herself – Drakaina, even she knew it was impossible for her to defeat her own other self. The darkness within her is more powerful than she thought.

"The High Moon Court kept archives of the old world. The histories are explicitly clear: there were three primal beasts born of the initial lunar fracture. Only three." She paused, her cold blue eyes scanning the gathered family. "The Sun Dragon, whose scales could blind an army. The Storm Dragon, who carried the western monsoons on its wings. And the Shadow Dragon." Seraphina frowned, her hands still faintly shimmering with residual golden light. "The one Nyx rode today?" Selena nodded, her jaw tightening. "The Nidhöggr. The Shadow Dragon. Historically, it was recorded as the most violent, the most fiercely intelligent, and utterly impossible to tame by any magical or physical constraint."

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

He will do everything to restore his lost Kingdom and the reigning of Dragons as fundamental ruler of the planet Earth. Dragons need to exist because they are real. End of Flashback ~~~~~~~~ Oregon Dungeon Danym Pov All of them were star struck by my powers. We're all sitting on the floor while I'm foretelling my unfortunate dark past. At first, they didn't want to believe that I had powers and I came from a dragon's family. "When I was a child, my mother always telling me a story about dragons. She said that they are the first sons and daughters of Perun, first guardians of realms and treasures but I don't believe it!" Rene, the oldest started the conversation about dragons.