Frost Dragon Real Life Novels & Stories

The bare-branched trees won’t serve as a proper cover for anything and then I look up in the sky… My breath hitches when I see the white dragon, An arctic dragon, ethereal and lithe as it flies not too high up. Its shadow covers me momentarily. I stand there mesmerised as I watch it fly for some time with a strangely thudding heart. The afternoon rays of the sun reflect on its snowy white form, making the greyish-white wings look veiny and almost translucent and making it look more majestic. An arctic dragon is as rare as a basilisk. I feel my heart lodge in my throat when the beast slightly tilts its head, its beady black eyes meet mine. Its gaze narrows slightly before it veers and begins

He raised his hand, and the Frostcalibur pulled itself out of the dragon’s neck and returned to him. As the fire dragon’s mad eyes found Arth, it screeched out to him once again and charged despite all the bleeding it had. Arth jumped as high as he could and then flew up towards the dark clouds. Looking down, the dragon had followed him. “Glacies Materia,” Arth cast after visualizing his sword. Several ice weapons flashed around and flew along with him through the skies. One moment, he thought he saw an orange flash from below. His eyes widened as the dragon gathered air from its open mouth, with its throat glowing in bright orange. He cursed. He would never escape from the wide area of the

Kade Torrent felt the moment when the dormant mate bond awakened. He was training his warriors in the Cascade Mountains—coordinated combat sequences designed to maintain sharpness during peacetime—when the sensation hit him like a physical blow. A silver thread, suddenly vibrant. A presence he'd been cultivating for two years, suddenly alive in ways he hadn't anticipated. Raven's power was manifesting. He held up his hand, and his warriors immediately ceased their drills. Twenty trained fighters stopped mid-motion, understanding that their alpha had sensed something significant.

She felt mesmerised after knowing that Dragons had magic too and he was far too better to not be admired by her. “ I don't think its for me, Vayldre. Let's just go back to forming small ice crystals in the air. ” Sighing out, Frore dropped the sword on the ground and stretched her hands that were about to fall off due to the weight of the sword. She could not even hold it let alone use it.

Astonishment and rage showed on his face "Make way !! Make way!! " he immediately jumped inside the flowing ice lake and brought out the imperial egg, when he came out he was shivering from head to toe as he is a Gold dragon who can't frost nor near cold, he only risked his life to safe the imperial hatchling because the king will order the eradication of his whole family if anything happen to the imperial eggs

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

Weeks upon weeks had passed. Frost almost trained for a month inside the inner part of the forest. In that whole month, she had different experiences. She fought with different beasts of gold rank. Beasts that are both big and small. Beast that can fly, walk and swim. Frost even discovered a new ingredient to make a poison. So she right away used it to make a poison. And she tested it on one of the beasts she fought with. The beast then turned rotten from the outside but its life did not forfeit. It remains alive. However, its physical form is in no way of a living thing. Its breath was there. But for the beasts, it feels like dying than experiencing this kind of torture. It was a lethal and

Tristan spoke up while still gazing at the window. "Yes," Kael replied. "When I was young, my village told me stories about the frost dragons flying here in the capital. I want to know if the stories are true … and if they are, where are they now?" Kael stared at him for a moment. He sighed and then looked up at the white, cloudy skies. "There was only one frost dragon that lived here, Tristan. But that was eighteen years ago." Tristan did not respond. He just stared at Kael with his gray-colored eyes, showing a bit of curiosity.

she asked. Marching over to the dragon race, Zen read the description and snapped his fingers when he realised that this might be exactly what Sasha needed. The only downside to the draconian species was its sluggishness in the cold because they were naturally cold-blooded. However, that weakness could be compensated and offset with items and consumables.

It was cold—frigid, even—and it was slowly but steadily freezing her heart and other vital organs. In his mind, Danial searched the vast repository of knowledge from his inheritance and found the explanation: Miss Kirk possessed a rare condition known as the Frostborn Physique. This was no ordinary affliction—it was a unique and powerful physique that caused the body to continuously generate frost energy whenever she cultivated. The Frostborn Physique grew stronger with each cultivation session, making it increasingly difficult to control and maintain the frost energy. Left unchecked, this energy could potentially freeze her from the inside out, a slow and painful process that could ultimate