Frost Dragon Real Life Novels & Stories

We all went to bed—well, Ares took the couch. That night, I dreamed of frost. The wind howled through an endless expanse of snow, a vast landscape stretching beyond the horizon. I stood at the center, untouched by the cold, unbothered, maybe even powerful. The ice shimmered beneath my feet, and I felt a strange pull, as if the winter itself recognized me. Then I woke up. Surrounding me were people holding candles, their faces hidden beneath hoods. Was this still a dream?

Dragon was different—polite, calm, rational—and that was what frightened her. She approached him and asked boldly, curiosity mixing with defiance, "What are you doing, Dragon? Why do you act like nothing happened? What are you planning?" Dragon took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. With a mix of love and pain, he said, "I’m trying to kill the old Dragon—the cruel one who lost his little mate. I changed, Jenny. I changed for you." She glared at him in anger, recalling his words that she would only ever be Dragon’s whore. The powerful slap. His control. She continued to stare at him but decided to ignore everything, even his ghostly words that made her heart tremble.

Draco then spread his wings and flew at high speed in the form of a dragon. *** Eternal blizzards always covered the eternal ice mountains in the northern area. This was because the walls of ice and snow were piled so thickly. No human dared to venture further into northern territory if he did not wish to die as a frozen statue of ice. The brave who tried to enter the northern territories never returned. Even if one was found, it was usually in the form of an ice sculpture that accidentally drifted away from a glacier avalanche. The air in the northern mountains was bitterly cold, but the low temperatures weren't a problem for a dragon-like Draco. He nimbly soared through the snow and headed

"Like he was tortured?" Stefanos glanced at Wraya, who begin moving backwards like as if trying to cover himself with the trees. Stefanos knew this was a sensitive topic for the Dragon, the topic about his mother. So he just nodded, not really saying anything in the matter. Draco continued. "According to the study, a Dragon hatchling takes up to twenty five years to finish their hibernation process before they turn into full fletched adult dragons. Their life span is up to two hundred years. How old do you think is this one?"

~ AIDEN ~ "What is it?" I asked. "It's snowdust," Isabelle answered. "Also known as Frosterium. It's said to give one superpower. The Drakkons snort it to survive in the Arctic. At least, this is what I figured out after intercepting Rikkard's messages with the Weddard Witches.” "Damn, he really is up to something if he's working with the witches," I couldn't help but comment. I knew little about the Weddard Witches, and most of those things weren't good.

"Could you be a little less confident, girly? The kid's good, but you need to understand that no one sends their best from the start. Trust me—your death would come even as you realize how overwhelming they are." Yancy laughed. "Really? Then just sit tight and witness the might of us humble peasants!" After having some food, Frank was sitting in the courtyard and reading a book. That was when he heard a strange call up in the skies and looked up to see a white dragon dancing in the clouds! Astonished, Yancy exclaimed in surprise and delight, "A dragon?! Is that real?!" Frank smiled, shaking his head. "Even if they exist, they wouldn't be a natural species developed through evolution. Someone

I remarked, and Drake just smiled. "I am not surprised that you think of me as a fool," Drake responded sarcastically. "Where is this land you're taking us to?" I asked. "Alaska," Drake said. "The cold is a good place for dragons to live since they are all fire-natured. Being in a cold surroundings will help them keep their dragon side level-headed." "Damn, I hate the cold," I mumbled. "Let's go back to the Pack. I need to take the others through teleportation," Drake said, and I got in the car and drove back with him.

Alex said as he moved out of the waterfall. He set me on the ground after we reached the land. BOOM! There was a huge explosion causing me to stagger backward. Alex held me preventing my fall. Huge clouds of vapor erupted clouding our vision. The temperature rose higher and higher till it had reached a scalding level. Alex enveloped us in a shield of energy to protect us from the impact of detonation. When the clouds finally cleared there was nothing left. The waterfall had vaporized and the Fire Cube had vanished. It was as if there never had been a waterfall before.

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

I froze from where I was standing as I slowly saw the features of the creature. The creature has the face of a Komodo, except it has spiked horns, its smooth scales are glowing icy, while its nostrils blow a sapphire mist. Its massive clawed forelegs rumbled the ground along with its gigantic spicated wings—helping it move forward. While its colossal tail with cannonball ends swaying ruthlessly. It was an Australian Glazehorn dragon. These creatures originally live on the mountain ranges of the north wing; same with Bakunawas, they visit the upside base for nesting—except the latter are friendly.