Grimmel Dragons Novels & Stories

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.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

I turned to my shoulders and saw the cannonball tail of the Glazehorn was suspended on the midair, inches away from me. Everything froze in time. Doom had managed to stop the time, but he was still unconscious. I immediately opened a portal below us. In a second, we are back inside my room. *** I haven't met a Glazehorn. They are one of the rarest species of dragon in the entirety of the universe. For the first time, I was worried about my life. A new fear unlocked.

Rachelle leaned over from the stairwell with a pistol in one hand. A loud fwump signaled Spitfire’s entrance. The tiny orange dragon zipped past my head like a bottle rocket, landed on a zombie’s face, and promptly ignited. The creature howled—or tried to—before collapsing into a smoking heap, twitching. I duly noted that p’ckit dragons have fire breath. Of course they would. Dragons, right? Mitch crouched near the fireplace with a hatchet in hand. As a zombie made it through the side door, Mitch stood and swung once, neatly removing the thing’s head in a spray of dust and black ichor. The body twitched, then collapsed like wet laundry.

------------- --------------------- Eight months later . . . ------------- --------------------- "Aodh, could you please help Kira and Arthur get the kids settled down? Company will be here soon," Shamira half-shouted, half-sighed. Being a mother to a nest of little dragons was exhausting. Since defeating Jonas, four more eggs had hatched, giving her another Sea Serpent (this one a female), a female Horned Dragon from the Far East, a male Stone Dragon from the Rocky Mountains of the United States, and a male Quetzalcoatl from Central America.

He changed his form to a black dragon and charged at the giant golem. The body of Berk's Giant Black Golem grappled with a red-eyed black dragon. Golems and Dragons were curling each other, wrestling, butting, and slamming at each other. The battle was so fierce that new cracks in the cave walls appeared. The rocks scattered and flew, so Astrid had to run away to protect herself. Zilpher was also involved in the fierce battle to defeat Berk and Draco.

Being alone in there was much worse. Felen stepped hesitantly with his eyes tightly closed, and when he sensed that nothing was happening, he slowly opened his eyes. Instantly Felen gasped at the sight in front of him. The bright red flames were blazing fiercely, and a huge, tall dragon-shaped creature that left only bones was staring viciously at him and Igle who was on the side. "Welcome~" The dragon-shaped creature's mouth opened, revealing sharp teeth sticking out with black blood flowing from between its teeth. ***

“Catherine is my Intirmate.” “And should he fail, you still have two others to face.” The DragoShif’s lizard-like tongue forked out of his mouth as he spoke. “Erlias speaks to Dragons, remember? Especially the Dragon Prince.” He raised his arms, his claws sharpening to points. “And of course, you have likely heard of Dark Fae.” “Though I normally do not hunger for wolves, I think I can manage an appetite.” The chill of his oddly colored eyes caused even more damage than his words until he continued. “So, who would like to challenge the Harlequin?”

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.