Goddess Dragon Novels & Stories

Hardly attire befitting a Draken’s wife, let alone one about to undergo a sacred ceremony. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. She just needed to endure this, to get through the ordeal quickly, then she could find Rhyzar and demand to know the truth about the looming war. She had seen too much destruction already, and if she could persuade him to choose the most peaceful path, she had to try. But then she saw it—the sight that made the murmuring voices fade into nothing. The altar. At its base stood a golden statue, its beauty unparalleled. “That’s the dragon’s mate,” the priestess murmured beside her, nodding toward the breathtaking figure. “The woman who bore the first Draken and g

A broad shouldered man immediately stood up declaring " My dragons are fierce flame throwers and strong of mind, I say we should bind her to a dragon that way she will always have an element to protect herself with." Selene, the Moon goddess and Ryujin the God of dragons glared at each other, both believing they were right and the other was wrong. And then a third voice popped up, " I say we should bind her to no creature, give her some of my blood, I am Khione, daughter of Boreas and Goddess of Ice and Snow, with my blood she will stand strong like an ice statue, cold and untouchable, and men will fear her." Try as they might the other Gods could not decide who was right for Vilinelle, so i

I opened my eyes again and looked around. Baz was standing in front of me and Jennifer was still holding my hand. I squeezed her hand as she looked at me with big eyes. “We bow in your presence Typhon, father of all dragons and mightiest beast in all of the realms, we request the turning of this human so she may birth strong dragon children with her bonded half, her heart is pure and her intent is honorable,” Baz said. I saw the flickering of a black tail and then the great dragon came forward from the shadows as we all bowed our heads. He had a magnificent aura of power, almost suffocating me and I knew that I stood in the presence of the oldest dragon to ever live.

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

I reply after a moment, and Marina shakes her head. "No. The fairies tricked the dragons. The Goddess Selene, the one who accidentally made werewolves, she feared both the fairies and the dragons. She didn't take the time to learn anything about dragons. So when they got trapped behind her veil, she accepted it. She saw them as beasts of destruction, but they aren't. They are beautiful beings," Marina says, and I bite my lip. "But they need to burn things to eat. How could they be a part of this world without causing damage," I ask, and Marina smiles.

But when she glanced at the page, she realized why Cole looked so confused, and Isaac so terrified. “What’s this?” she asked as she stared at it. It was a picture. It was four pictures, actually. The first one was the moon goddess, Amaris. She had white, long hair and eyes like the ocean. The picture was evidently old, yet it kept its beauty intact. She wore a soft smile on her lips—it almost looked familiar. The second picture was of the sun dragon—Helios. He was a higher being like the moon goddess, except he was everything fire—his hair, his eyes and his very aura.

I narrowed them, trying to make out the strange shape as it grew in size. No, it wasn’t growing. It was getting closer. Before I could scream and alert the others a woman darted out from the palace gardens. An aura of pure fury—of rage more potent than anything I’d ever felt—surrounded her. It licked up her dark skin in wisps of vibrant orange and red, and flared to life within the pits that were her eyes. “Mara is the Goddess of Wrath. Do not let her touch you!” Draco’s voice boomed in my skull so loud that I winced.

He tells me and I nod, waiting for him to continue. “There is a story, passed down through the generations of witches, about the first witch, Aadhya. She was the most powerful being in creation and is said to be the mother of all beings. It his her ancient magic that led to the evolution of dragons, and her heartbreak that created werewolves. The story says that the Blessed Mother and the Moon Goddess are sister deities, they worked together to breathe life into Aadhya and gave her magic so she could protect the earth and those who would in habit it.” He stops to draw a deep breath and feels for something in his pocket. He doesn’t remove the object, only reassures himself that it is still th

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

She stretched her hand and caressed Karen’s cheek. “The little dragon inside of you is indeed cruel. Look at the way she had sunked your cute chubby cheeks.” The moongodess said. Karen wanted to ask her why she had made her posess such powers ans why she had blessed her with different beast but she knew the better was to swallow thw question and not voice it out.