Frost Dragon Real Life Novels & Stories

It was two months before my nineteenth birthday and we had big plans for it. Felix stopped the car in a small clearing off a dirt road about five miles from where we needed to be. We would both be on Abeloth’s back as he flew us into the location so that our scents wouldn’t be picked up by anyone patrolling the area. “Ready?” I asked him as he strapped his final weapon on his body. “Yeah, I just love flying dragons,” he said as Abeloth flicked him with his tail. “You can always run vampire,” Abeloth said to him as I scaled his tail and settled on his shoulders. Felix slid in behind me and then kicked his heels in.

Erik then offered the flasks to Director Bones and the Aurors. "Drink it." Director Bones looked at the flasks and back to Erik. Her question was evident in her face. "Juice of Dragon Fruit cultivated by True Dragons. Better than coffee and pepper-up for normal humans. You guys seem to need it. It will give you all about twelve hours of energy." Erik explained to them. "I heard about it…" Said the gruffy looking Auror, Alastor Moody. "That stuff is very rare." He took one flask and started casting diagnoses on it. Erik shrugged the comment.

“She’s a Dominican Ice Wolf.” Aleiscter’s mouth falls open. “What?” “Yes,” she whispers. “Long thought extinct. But there’s no mistake… only their kind can summon frost like that with raw emotion. That strength, that chill...it’s their birthright.” I blink slowly, as my heart beat faster. Dominican Ice Wolf? What the hell… am I? Granny never told me this. The Luna instantly begins saying words I don't understand again, and the frost halts mid-creep. The air stills. The pain recedes like a tide pulling away from the shore. I collapse on my knees, heaving loudly, my body trembling from the storm it just endured.

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.

Francine said jokingly. “Well.” Sylvia began. “What? An actual dragon lives also?” Francine asked, shocked. “A spirit of an actual dragon resides in Blake. That was how we found out about Feng Ling the Ice Phoenix.” Sylvia began to explain the occurrences and conditions Blake was in.

“Or will that affect the water distribution below?” “What if…” Rivyn hesitated. “We caused the water level to rise? We could freeze it into a solid surface just for a little while…” Daerton chuckled. “I like it, fire and ice to kill the dragon-monsters.” “Don’t let Valsaurienkachelial taradrakyn hear you calling them dragons,” I cautioned him. “He is very proud of his heritage.”

She asked, her eyes turning white as she powered the arcane eye. “Yes mam” Froster was a Dragonwolf, their kind did not acknowledge fear. But he knew that activating the eye would reveal the tendrils of energy that had encapsulated the island. He saw the tendrils just before they arrived, the pulsing mass of wild radiance that grew and shrunk with every beating second. An indicator that confirmed the presence of uncontrollable if not infernal arcane magic.

"Hey! That's my toy!" I watch as the kid cries for her toy, being bullied by older kids. I stood up from the roof and walked away, I hate seeing such scenarios. I walked towards the Grymkin's forest, my clan's forest, this is where my clan moved after someone had spread a hideous rumor about us, which is true. Our clan controls fire. The kingdom has given us the title of "Grymkin's Protector" when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes.

Even the people from Rakshasa Temple were puzzled. Staring at Alex, Mateo’s eyes were filled with killing intent. He clenched his teeth as he said, “Everyone, be careful of his frost spell. It is very powerful. It will be very troublesome if you touch it. Your flesh and blood will instantly freeze to death.” “What?” “His frost spell can even freeze the Golden Punch?” “This guy’s strength has far exceeded our expectations.” The tallest man named Saffron shouted with a cold gaze, “Set up the Golden Dragon Door Formation!”

"I want to take this time to remember our mother... Luna Anya Gayly Frost." A heavy, emotional hush swept the stands. Off to the side, Maddox closed his eyes and bowed his head, while Reagan instinctively reached for Xander's hand, threading her fingers tightly through his. "This festival was the one time of year where she shone her brightest," Zyan continued. A raw, aching tenderness bled into his authoritative tone as he remembered her laughter during the games, and how easily she drew the pack together. "The past eight months have been incredibly hard on the Frost Pack. Our family alone suffered a devastating loss."