Game Of Thrones Dragon Novels & Stories

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab

Emi inquired. "A Dragon Lord possesses longevity, for one. Take Lucian, for example. He will stop aging at thirty years old and won't resume aging for thousands of years," Visenya elaborated. "Additionally, Dragon Lords possess the ability to produce two types of fire: red and blue. Their red fire is like any other fire, capable of burning and destroying, but their blue fire possesses incredible healing capabilities." Emi's eyes widened with wonder as she contemplated the concept. "A fire that can heal?"

said the dragon as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be spoken. “Look just because I am going to die today does not mean you can keep saying all this nonsense to me. I am not going to take that. If you want to eat me then go ahead and eat me. I have seen Game of Thrones, I know that it does not take you a lot of time to behead someone and if dragons want to eat something then they will burn they first so that the meat is roasted,” said Red and the dragon looked at her with amusement.

Then, with one small jump, Draco threw himself into the lake. The power of Albus, the White Dragon in the lake water, became a medium for the other dragons' magic stones power to be absorbed into Draco's body. The process of fusing dragon magic energy into Draco's body was perfect. The color of the lake changed and blended beautifully as the dragon's magic energy flowed into Draco's body. There were tattoos with a new color on Draco's body in ancient rune characters. On his back was written in draconic characters for every type of dragon that has been encountered, namely Fire Breath, Green Forest, Silver Metal. The three dragons' power gave color and strengthened the heart of Jergintarth's r

I ask. I've never heard of anything like it. There are many things in this world a lot stronger than steel that weapons can be made from, but this one is new to me. "Dragon's ore can only be obtained by dragons. It is made from the shell of dragon eggs, the strongest material in this world. No matter how hard you try, you will not be able to break anything made from it. Dragon eggs are meant to withstand nearly anything, the only thing that can deal any damage is extreme fires. These burn hotter than any furnace. Once the eggshell has been melted down, it can never be melted again," Soren explains all this easily so I can understand.

Not only was Drake Wyrmthorn born under the bloodline of the True Dragon Clan, he was also from the extremely rare Golden Dragon Bloodline under the True Dragon Clan. In general, True Dragon used a variety of colors to represent the differences in their bloodlines, gold was at the highest ranking. The usual True Dragon Clans such as black dragons and white dragons, although they could cultivate to achieve Monsteriod King level, it would be almost impossible for them to ascend to immortality. Drake Wyrmthorn was different. The Golden Dragon Bloodline that he belonged to, was borned honorable leader. It was certain that he would achieve Monsteriod King level in the future. Even to be a celesti

"Please tell me that was just the volcano settling." The rumble came again. Louder. Closer. From behind a ridge of black rock, a massive shape emerged. Scales like molten metal. Eyes that glowed orange. Wings that blocked out the sky when they spread. A dragon. Not the kind from fairy tales. The kind that actually lived in volcanic peaks and defended their territory with lethal force. "Lucas," Jax said carefully. "Tell me you have a plan for this." The dragon's eyes fixed on us. Its mouth opened slightly, showing teeth the size of my forearm.

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

Gabriel pets her nose, ''It's okay Dagahra, she is with me, and I like her, okay? Dagahra looks at me calculating but lets me come closer now. Then I hear the loud shrieking again, ''IEIAAHAHAEEEEEE.'' I look at Gabriel, ''Which dragon is that?'' Gabriel sighs, ''That is Thorn, he has never accepted a master. No one can get near him without a sedative. He is the most dangerous dragon we have because he is an Iron Tooth. The only one of his kind.'' I walk to the end of the cave, ''Take me to him I want to see him.''

“No one is allowed to interrupt. And no other weapon is permitted aside from the chosen sword to use.” “Hercules will get the answers he wants if he wins.” Hercules’ second said. “And if Black Dragon wins, the Olympus Gang will not be seen on Korea ever again. Or they’ll will be found six feet under the ground.” Yosef added. JD and Hercules just stayed quiet and glaring at each other. Their second hand men handed their swords before they begin. Hercules will use a longsword while Black Dragon will use a katana. Both men are known to be expert on using sword during training and combat.