Frost Dragon Real Life Novels & Stories

Bedros stopped the dragon's footsteps which were about to attack him, froze the dragon's legs and tail and turned it into a hard stone and by Bedros was crushed at his will into small pieces. White hard rock dust flying in the wind shone like fireflies on a beautiful night. At the same time before the dragon was frozen by Bedros, Voor't approached another head, where the dragon's head which was always spitting smoke turned everything in front of him to stone. Several times Voor't tried hard to shoot his arrows but he could always dodge. Voor't released his light blue-purple Mana. His bow and arrows were shrouded in Voor't's Mana, like fire blazing in the wind.

He was a human and she was a Lycan. “So the ice dragons live where it snows all year round?” She’s spoken about many types of dragons but this was the one I found the most interesting. “Yeah, they are ice dragons. They only feel alive when it is cold. They can’t survive for long where there is sun,” All full-fledged lycans and wolves do not get cold easily but when it snows, we have to protect ourselves with thick clothes. I could not imagine having to live where it snows all year round. They were ice dragons anyway so it was a given.

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

Frost seemed oblivious to my sudden discomfort as we finished the rest of the meal making benign small talk. Afterward, he invited me to share a glass of honeyed wine by the hearth in his study. I perched gingerly in one of the massive leather armchairs as he took a seat opposite me. "There was another matter I wished to discuss with you," Frost began seriously, cradling his own wine glass. "Regarding preparations for what is to come." I frowned, not following. "Preparations?" Frost's expression was grave. "Yes. You are aware that the final confrontation with the dragons fast approaches. When that day arrives, I do not wish you anywhere near the fighting." He held up a hand forestalling my p

Looking up at the stars from this angle, admiring the landscape far below her, on either side of the wicked mountain, illuminated by the silver moonbeams, she couldn’t believe just how beautiful it all was. When the dragon touched down near the top of the mountain, a chill passed over Nya’s body. It was cold up here. Just above her head, a snowcap balanced on the highest point of the mountain. Around her, little drifts of snow dotted the dark, jagged landscape. There wasn’t much room for her to stand next to the dragon here, the ground was so narrow and uneven. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to stay warm. Now might be a good time for a burst of flames from the dragon’s mouth. No

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

"Lyra... the mountain... it's waking up." Before I could ask what his wolf sensed, a sudden, deafening crack echoed from the high peaks above us—a sound like a localized thunderclap that made the massive timber frame of the sled violently shudder. It wasn't an avalanche. The vertical ice wall of the glacier to our right suddenly fractured, a massive fissure ripping open along the blue face of the ice. From the dark, freezing depths of the newly opened chasm, a towering, serpentine silhouette emerged, its scales made of pure, translucent ice that caught the dim light of the storm. It was a Frost-Wyrm of the high rifts—an ancient, territorial leviathan that had slept beneath the glacier since

My body shuddered in fear as I felt its breath on my body. I had to clutch my shirt to my body tightly so I wouldn't end up catching a cold. Its cold voice brought me out of my thoughts. It was too late for me to realize that the Dynasty Frost Mountain was a mystical mountain that was filled with evil and bloodthirsty enchanted beasts of all kinds. I felt the mountain wasn't normal but I went there because I thought Lennox wouldn't do anything that would harm me. I didn't know that I was deceiving myself until I went to the mountain and met the dragon.

Her eyes were an icy blue and her skin was almost as pale as her hair. Glancing at her, I could only admit she was a beautiful woman. Though I wasn’t sure why she had changed into a more human form for this. Was it to make me feel more comfortable? Sensing my confusion, Healing-Frost explained, “baby ice dragons can be… somewhat of a handful. With how it responds to you, especially in your human form, I can see there is already a connection between the two of you. I believe me being in this form might bring the hatchling comfort.”