Glass Dragons Novels & Stories

His attention was drawn to three palm-sized pieces that were white in colour and bore a passing resemblance to dragons. "Isn't this the ninth-grade Dragongrass, long thought to have been extinct?" Severin's eyes widened as his heartbeat quickened. Legend held that Dragongrass which were tainted with the blood of true dragons could be utilized by practitioners to fortify their physical form. It was one of the rarest treasures, as it had miraculous effects on one's physical vitality. As ages passed, however, few—if any—true dragons managed to ascend to immortality. An unfortunate consequence was the gradual fading into obscurity of the Dragongrass. Its unexpected presence within the dragonoids

Dad shakes his head. “What about silver dragons,” asks dad. “You said to read about the six different types of dragons,” says Owen. “I said there are six different types aside from the silver dragons,” dad says with an annoyed look on his face. “I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother

I asked in disbelief. “That's a dragon secret,” Drago said and I looked at him with a frown. “Our scales have healing properties of their own, among them are anti-inflammatory properties. That's why we don't seek medical help in our dragon form unless we're seriously injured.” “Wow.” I looked at the cup of tea and finished drinking it all. I felt much better and helped clean up the remains of dirty junk in the kitchen, then we went out as Connor came in with three birds holding leaves for contraceptive tonic.

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.

she whispered and then buried her face in his neck. The two dragons waited for a year for her to recuperate from the pregnancy and then started training her dragon. It was a difficult start for Meryl, but she had to know her feral form. Her dragon was a beautiful blue with azure spikes and azure wings. No one had such a beautiful dragon in Galdere. Whenever she shifted, it was a treat to watch and both her dragons would shift too.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"

she asked, her words muffled by her knees as she hugged them close, remembering Rhyzar’s mysterious ability to heal her. Gerda tilted her head thoughtfully. “You might call it magic,” she said, “though we consider it a gift. It pools in one among us—a blessed person we call ‘Draken,’ which in our tongue means ‘dragon.’ This gift can manifest in many ways—manipulating the elements, altering physical forms—”

“If the dome keeps them out much longer, they’ll get restless.” Restless Grenons meant danger. Each one was three times the size of a Draynor dragon with longer horns, heavier bone plates, and a temper to match their size. They didn’t shift. They were dragons, in the most primal sense. Cain adjusted his arm bracer. “Then let’s not keep them waiting.” The two walked toward the lift that led to the dome roof access. The lift opened into the observation platform built just under the biodome’s curved surface. The glass shimmered with protective runes, some ancient, some new.

Dragon stood before the large window of his spacious office, where the shimmering city lights reflected off the clear glass. The room was dimly lit by a side lamp with a creamy silk shade. The heavy classical furniture dominated the space, with dark shades of brown and black, while a faint scent of expensive cigars still lingered in the air.