Grimmel Dragons Novels & Stories

The smaller screamed as blood splattered across the pond, soaking the ground. A gigantic, flaming golden eye met Caelia’s gaze. She shuddered, feeling the tremor in the earth as the larger beast's grip tightened, a sickening crunch echoing through the air. Hot blood splattered her legs as the monstrous dragon tore the smaller creature away, lifting it with ease before throwing it aside, the lifeless body falling to the sand in three separate pieces. The battered wings lay broken and still.

“Of course. Of course. I suppose there are witches and fairies, and… I don’t know.” “Dragons,” Niarthen supplied. “Though they are all but extinct.” “Hmm, I imagine they are, as it would be hard to hide a dragon,” she agreed, her eyes on the road before her. It felt unreal to be having a conversation with a merman about dragons, werewolves, and vampires whilst driving alongside a flooded river away from religious fanatics. “I think I read a book about this once,” she realized. Maybe it was all a strange dream. Maybe she’d had an accident at the cottage and had knocked herself out, or was sick and having a fever dream…

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

I say with a smile kissing the top of her head. She sighed at my kiss. “Now I understand why only meat.” She says with a smirk. I laugh, “Yeah, dragons eat meat.” “Is your dragon really red?” She asked taking a bite of chow mien. “Yes, want to see?” Her eyes got big. “What, here? Isn’t the dragon huge?” Again, I laughed, “I don’t have to fully shift to show you. Here...” I lift my bare arm as I wore short sleeves and shifted enough to bring out scales on my arm.

He growled, “In these two days, I will turn into a sex-deprived animal. And sex-deprived dragons are the worst beasts you can ever encounter.” “Hmm… That’s fine. I will encounter you,” Meryl’s chortle turned into a good laugh now. Brishor shifted to her back and buried his face in her skin. “Don’t do this with me…” he almost begged. “You lusty, lusty dragon!” Meryl teased him. ---

When he wanted to, he could look like a purely murderous creature. His dragon was equally as impressive. He was still small, considering he was only seventeen, but he was a deep ruby red dragon. Garren confirmed that he was a fire dragon, and with time he would be able to emit enough heat to melt gold with just a touch of his fingers. He could already make small flames form in his palms.

Nessa said pointing to a painting of a Chinese water dragon she had hanging on the cave wall. “Black scales? I know of only one dragon with black scales. That is Fafnir, he became the king of all dragons after his father sacrificed himself to create our world. Unless I am mistaken, which I must admit, is almost never” Al’ik said stroking her chin. “Now that I have something to go on for wound though I read the healing texts and there is only one way to heal such a wound, treating it requires you to be awake, and it will be painful. I will have to stich all broken muscle fibers and tendons back together manually using magic weave.”

(Griksu'um) As he gently munch on the chocolate chips cookies the Old Dragon spoke as it all of it were nothing to him. "is that so…". "Hmm..Also avoid killing a sentient Dragon..who knows which child or which tribe it's come from…if you do kill one..there's one hundred percent a dragon will come and burn your kingdom…if there's some that annoys you, just beat them to pulp is enough….if you acidentally killed one..well, I can help…but there's not a lot that I can do..because I'm the only Ancient Earth Dragon that available…". (Griksu'um)

There are also other noble creatures beyond anything I have ever seen. Moon Glow Dragons are exceptionally rare outside of Elfholm. They are descended from the original pair and earlier mating that produced an unusual clutch. In a way you could say they are the big brothers and sisters of all dragonkind. They chose to live away from the rest of us, possibly because their differences are so stark.

Vilma ponders thoughtfully, rubbing her chin and squinting her eyes across to the egg. Tristan stifles a laugh and earns a vicious jab at the ribs, while Welma chuckles as she tells, “They’re not Dragons, as they’re not restricted to being creatures that mature in an egg. The word Chimera covers a wide range of mixed breeds, you know. This one just happens to possess a Dragon’s genes is all”.