Flower Dragon Novels & Stories

She asks, looking around like this other dragon just happened to be around and the dragon that just hatched would be lost in the field's tall grass. "They are born as adults. The egg contains the magic that they form from, not their material bodies." Loras answers looking mesmerized at the unseen beauty above them. Astrid unconsciously rises her hand and in an instant, the newly born dragon stops in the air and looks at her. She smiles. Instead of pitch black like Dracos, this one is a dark shade of purple. So beautiful... The dragon flies closer to them and lands right in front of Astrid, holding its huge head so it can smell the tinny girl that continues to smile at it. It pushes the tips

My lungs were still burning, my heart still pounding, and he looked like someone had just handed him the secret to immortality or a lottery ticket. “Oh, Kahlan,” he breathed, stepping closer. “Do you know what we just saw?” “No,” I snapped. “That’s why I’m asking.” He didn’t even flinch at my tone. He lifted a hand and gestured animatedly, already sliding into full history-teacher mode. “That image was not just a dragon. It was a projection of the Asterion Dragon. A species believed to be extinct for thousands of years. There has been no recorded sighting, no confirmed remains. Up untill now it was just legends only. My colleagues will lose their minds when they hear this.”

But because these creatures could only ever deploy their mode of defense in a straight line, the water dragon had also been compared with the silkworm, the swiftlet, the Yukata Yamashirogumo (spitting spider) and the very exotic Kindutran velvet worm. Under the aquatic dragon’s tongue were enlarged and highly specialized glands. The dragon could produce and release splashes of a clear and odorless oil, which hardened when exposed to air and would undoubtedly freeze here in the arctic weather of the north. The glands were soft tubes that could fold and unfold like bellows and they were connected to the stomach where the oil was stored (an extract from their unique diet of giant squids). The g

Yohan offered. Suddenly the room grew warmer. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Fire dragons can release substantial amounts of heat," he explained. "You're a fire dragon?" "A sub species of it, yes, I can breathe fire, but unlike other dragons, I can survive damp conditions, and breathe under water," "What kind of species is that?" "Loch, my dragons rare, the only other is my little sisters," I nodded as the heat traveled up to my icy finger tips. "You want to know the origin of the vampires?" I asked

With a furrowed reaction, I confusedly wondered. “Okay, listen carefully since it runs in your veins. This dragon was an earth dragon type known as the Rose Dragon. Its powers were clairvoyance, nature, and roses, which our ancestors tried to obtain by force, causing our family to be cursed.” My mother started sharing about the dragon. “Cursed?” My frown hadn’t disappeared; instead, it went deep as I wondered.

it rumbled. The copper-colored slanted pupil eyes that matched her scales stared at Isabelle for a long time and made it feel like ants danced along her skin. “I think not. Wait outside the chamber if you must, but you will not like our discussion.” With a snapping of teeth that made Isabelle jump, the first dragon turned and scraped its body out of the opening and stomped away. “I’m D'Kohralx Vorian Churgo Desmonda.”

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 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".

she said. “I love you too, I should get downstairs and eat and then I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” I said to her. “You’re not coming over today?” she asked me sounding disappointed. “Not today, I’m not feeling quite myself yet,” I said to her. “What colour dragon did you get?” she asked her voice suddenly nervous. “Guess,” I said. “A violet one,” she said with a laugh. “Sorry to disappoint you,” I said. “Oh shit did you get an indigo one?” she asked me sounding almost disappointed.

The ground beneath me shakes violently, forcing me to bend my knees to stay upright, but the crowd above ripples with excitement and applause, loving every second of it. I’ve never seen a beast like this. It’s… beautiful. Long and lean, it shines in the faint moonlight–washed in dry, cracked silver-blue scales. Wings expand along its back–like a bat, but pearlescent, a kaleidoscope of blues, greens, and silvers. Like water. A water dragon. A water dragon bound by iron chains and forced to live within the dirt lined hellscape of the arena.