Game Of Thrones Dragon Novels & Stories

An elder men chanted a spell and held the red dragon down with a water binding magic. Eric chuckled and said, "Good. Very good. Let's have you taste my purple dragon." He summoned out his purple dragon. Out of the sky came a large and dark creature. It's eyes was yellow as the sun and it's scale was black with the tips being purple. It was a humongous beast. "ROOOOAAAR," cried the Purple Dragon. "Oh, Eric have summoned his Dark Crystal Dragon," said Theo. "Damn, what's going on? Why is he using his third dragon?"

As her dragon glided along warm currents, tracking Ragnar's mate, she looked up from the valleys below and beheld a breathtaking sight. In the distance flew a gigantic white dragon, her crests were tinged a dusky pink, and Titan felt she'd never seen a beast so beautiful. This must be the Queen's dragon. Beating her wings to lessen the distance between them, Titan had to put real effort in to catch up, and she was puffing before she reached the Queen's tail. There she noticed the real struggle taking place.

Dude #2 yelled back suddenly. “Guys, we have no choice, we either do this or die when we go home, and if we run.. he’ll find us” dude#3 said. Unable to handle the truth of what awaits them, he started walking away from the other guys. ‘Sapphire, what are these guys?’ I asked my dragon, uncertain of their different scents. ‘That’s a delta dragon, gamma dragon and warrior dragon. That gamma dragon is the highest ranking one, deltas are like healers and warriors are obviously warriors,’ she laughed at me, making my fists clenched slightly.

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.

he says excitedly. "You're referring to dragons ore aren't you? One of few known metals to be unbreakable," I say. "Right again," Fimrouck cheers. "We're going to reforge Chieftain Eleonora's blade using dragons ore. Dragons ore while being powerful is the hardest metal to work with. It takes extreme temperatures just to melt it down and once your weapon has been crafted there's no going back. Dragons ore can't be reforged," he continues.

I wake up practically on Taran again. The covers are off the bed. Taran’s body is radiating heat. Maybe dragons are made from fire? I should ask about what is and isn’t true when it comes to dragons. Taran stirs as I pull away. His arm is around me with his hand resting on my hip. I feel his grip tighten, and his chest vibrates as he lets out a low growl, warning me not to move. His grip immediately loosens, and he stops growling when I relax back into him.

Khloe began, struggling to find the right words to describe the beast before her. "Is he so ugly?" Alessia finished for her. "-Bony," Khloe retorted, eyes skimming down all the bones of the dragon. Even its rib cage was visible. "Orion here is a Liche dragon, one of the rarest dragons to ever exist," Azian replied walking toward the dragon lifting his hand forward, his eyes his supreme gold. The dragon immediately became very still as Azians hand touched its bony face, "Orion can't breathe fire like other dragons, even though he does release substantial amounts of heatwaves,” he said quietly, golden eyes focusing on the texture beneath his palm.

“The township of Scolven is governed by a drakken, he is one the last few that still remain. Being pretty much dead centre in between the borders of the southern imperial side and the northern region ruled by the godking, he has kept his township neutral, not siding with either ruler. He has surprisingly been able to keep his town in one piece, not war-ravaged or sacked by either side and after one hundred years of constant war, the General of the imperials and the godking have built enough respect for him to allow his rule to override their own while their soldiers are inside of his area of control, which is denoted by a set of bright red crystals that unless one is blind to all cannot miss

The brave men did not kill dragons. The brave men rode them. Game of Thrones Rurik stared at the floor number digits, which kept changing in the elevator as he and Damien's team rode it to the top floor, when suddenly his head seemed to clear of the fog that had separated him from Charlotte.

Alive. Lylah froze as a pair of molten red eyes emerged from the shadows, glaring—smoke curling from its enormous nostrils… She didn’t need to see more. The silhouette said it all. It was a dragon. A real fucking dragon.