Flower Dragon Novels & Stories

Alicia decided she had to see if he was still conscious before determining if she could help him or not. One quiet step at a time, Alicia came upon the dragon. He was blue, purple, and green and his skin shone in the sunlight like oil. Being a girl who knew no fear, she carefully reached a hand out to touch him. After all, it was not every day that you got to touch a dragon, she thought. He didn’t open his eyes when she gently touched the side of his face. That gave her courage to examine him. Alicia had hopes to be a Doctor of Animals, but she knew that was just a dream. No one would take a woman seriously.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

His dragon is a rare orange in color. Caroline closely followed Drake, not to miss the opportunity she created for herself. When she noticed Drake flying away in his dragon form, Caroline too shifted to follow him. But Drake is much faster and bigger than any average Dragon, so she couldn't keep up with him and lost him after a minute. Drake flew as far away from the venue and into the forest where no one will be there. He understood what is happening to him. If he gives in to this lust and sleeps with anyone, he has to accept her as his mate.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

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.

And there they were, our five little dragons, breaking free of their shells with tiny claws and tiny wings and tiny, furious roars that echoed off the stone walls. It was the most terrifyingly beautiful thing I had ever seen. Each of them was perfect in their own way. Ryn, with his shimmering blue scales and mischievous golden eyes. Tetris, who had Lorien’s fiery red coloring and a curious streak a mile wide. Duncan, solid and steady, with dark bronze scales and a quiet strength that reminded me of his father. Eina, delicate and graceful, with silver wings that sparkled like moonlight. And Violet, my little wildflower, with deep violet scales and a fierce, stubborn spirit that let you know r

I didn't need to ask what kind of dragon he was. "That's Tinderflare The Ash Maker, and he's just upset that he can't control his flames," Drizzle explained. "He is terrified of hurting you. You see, every time he opens his mouth, flames come out." "I see," I replied. I decided to leave him be. I knew he would come to me when he was ready. "So isn't there supposed to be five of you?"

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

So, she decided to take a few minutes walking around the forest, plus checking what could she possibly see and take a quiet place for meditate for she can’t barely concentrate because of Chen, sleeping like a rough horse noise. While Hana is walking around the forest, seeing a lot of different insects and flying animals, she saw butterflies have colorful rainbow wings flying around the vulnerable big green steam flowers. Dragonflies, flying above her with their tails had a glowing dust leaving whenever they pass. Birds, flying peacefully and others are land on the large lichens trees that gives warm shades for everyone who is underneath it.

I close my eyes and make a wish, hoping that it’ll come true. As the Alpha’s daughter I dutifully mingle with the other Alpha’s or whoever they sent to represent them out of respect. I do appreciate them taking their time to wish me a happy birthday. I’ll need to thank the pack house staff for doing such an amazing job as well. There are beautiful fairy lights hung everywhere and every table has a beautiful bouquet of dragon lilies that are glowing. The dragons have worked hard to bring the flower population back and I’ve helped as well. These are beautiful dark blue flowers with silver outlining the petals and it’s the silver part that glows in the dark. I’m so happy to see these flower mak