Gargoyles Dragons Novels & Stories

And behold there were Dragons Seven of them, black and gold, with heavy wings that covered parts of the sky. Their roars shook the foundation of the earth and there was panic across the streets below as wolves ran for shelter. "Dragons?" Lucian muttered. My fingers tightened on the railing. "That’s impossible. Dragons went extinct centuries ago." A strange figure then appeared beside us. It was one of the old bloodline wolves. His eyes were pale and it was evident of how long he must have lived.

Miller’s voice trembled with concern. “Daran…” I whispered through my tears, watching the two dragonlings. “They’re turning into red dragons, somehow,” Daran explained, his face grim. “The dragons from the Blue Dragon realm—like these—they’re supposed to have their fire glands sealed. That’s why they’re usually calmer and gentler.” Grabbing Daran’s cloak tightly, I stared into his eyes. “Daran, they can still go home! They’re angry because they just want to go back! They have a place to go back to!” I said, my voice filled with emotion.

Before Alex could answer, Freya said in a delicate voice, “This isn’t a Gimmick Puppet. This is a zombie refined using a living human. Look at its eyes. The pupils are golden, right? This is a golden-eyed Golden Zombie with infinite strength.” When Darven, who was hiding far away, heard the words, he smacked his head. “Oh right, Miss Mayer, your Exorcist Dragons specializes in fighting zombies. You should have a way, right?” Freya took out a black-and-red wooden stick with a pointy cone in the front and a sculpture of a dragon throne at the back. It had grains that looked like dragon scales all over its body.

The air within the Pleasure of Dragons thrummed with magic. The clink of jeweled goblets, and the scent of exotic perfumes mingled with sweat. Qerev’nrys surveyed her domain, a slow, predatory smile stretching her lips. This was her masterpiece, a temple dedicated to sensation, where the ancient, insatiable appetites of Adistaktos's dragons found their deepest satisfaction and she found her money.

New changes needed to be made and maybe this could one of them. Drake knew this new change, mixing the wolves and dragons, was dangerous. They both knew, but to live apart? It was too much. The new pack house would house both dragons and wolves with their bedroom on the upper floor. They would have to be careful of conflicts later on. Dragons and wolves had rival tempers.

It was an older model but by the condition was nothing short of the brand new models. “Where is Rosalie.” Asrar demanded as Ryan also looked towards her. “Get in and I’ll take you.” Mama Chika smiled gently as the boys all scrambled into the car. Rosalie panicked when she heard the roar of a dragon. Isabella grabbed her gently which comforted Rosalie. Avalon was there to hold her as well. Mary heard the commotion and slightly panicked. She held up her hand, palm facing the ladies on the couch as she walked to the patio. Rosco was there keep a close eye. To Mary’s wondering eyes was a large grey dragon in front of a even larger red dragon. The red dragon roared his warning which caused Mary t

The three women had known each other since college so Fiona wasn't surprised that Colleen said that about her. She was creating something. Shading the eyes, elongating the fangs while making the wings longer. "It would work as a fountain. A series of gargoyles climbing up the side of a building or a tower." She could see it clearly in her mind. The water would fall over them as they reached for the sky. There would be three of them, all attempting to beat the other two to the top. Her hand stroked the head of the creature as the blurry vision materialized in her mind.

* The black cloud finally arrived over the palace spires, and as it parted, hundreds—then thousands—of shifting, translucent shapes began to descend into the courtyard. They were not living, breathing shadow beasts. They were not soldiers of the Moon Guard, nor were they physical dragons. They were ghosts. They were the spectral, weeping remnants of ancient dragon spirits—their colossal forms hollowed out, their scales made of pure, roiling silver-gray smoke, and their eyes glowing with a twisted, crimson madness. Eryx unleashed a deafening roar of pure fury. *"Impossible! The elder councils buried them beneath the crust centuries ago!"* Morwen’s face turned completely pale, her wooden staff

she told him. ​ Achilles looked grateful as he took the book and started reading through the pages. “Is it worth reading into more about King Xaveris’s dragon and abilities?” Achilles asked Helga. She shook her head, “No, I’ve read every material we have available on King Xaveris, maybe try and concentrate on texts about Dhampir’s with familiars though, we don’t have much research available, they are so few and far between,” Helga sighed. ​

As she was about to speak, she heard the footsteps of humans and the batting of wings from above. “It’s time” Alec’s mind was blown by the other archdragons and their magnificent forms, the earth dragon was a majestic golden brown color, like sand kissed by the sun, but Alec noticed the slight distain from the earth dragon as he walked Alec acting as if he was not there. The water dragon was a shining shade of azure blue; just looking at him was calming, he seemed to be the friendliest, he nodded slightly when he noticed that Alec bowed just a bit. Last but not least was the air dragon, he was as white as the clouds in the sky above, Alec could feel he was a little guarded but nonetheless he