Grimmel Dragons Novels & Stories

Bacchus answered. “Why?” I asked again. “WHY?! YOU’RE ASKING WHY?! HE KILLED OUR BROTHERS! HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Pegasus shouted again. Bacchus just look at him and he shut up. I sighed. “Black Dragon just fought back. It was one versus many.” I quietly said. “It wasn’t his fault that your members are no match to him.” “Exactly. That’s why Boss is angry. He killed them all without being shot even once.” Bacchus bitterly answered.

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

It’s been weeks since I last shifted, my wolf spirit clawing at the confines of my consciousness, desperate for freedom. One evening, after I’ve eaten the meal brought to me by those silent women, I watch from my window as the three dragons soar off into the fading light. Crimson, Green, and Black; Soren, Ivar, and Gavriel. Their majestic forms cut through the sky with ease, a sight that would have been awe-inspiring if it weren’t for my circumstances.

The pack members of Alpha Leeno have been in a panic not knowing where to hide. The golden flying dragon, was in an obvious rage as it spitted more fire once again. Gerthel’s attention was caught by the golden dragon that was spitting fire at that moment. Outright, Gerthel’s heart knew who was the golden dragon. It was Boss Dar. Her mate, who she knew now to be a hybrid one too - A werewolf and a dragon at the same time. Gerthel’s heart pumped so hard with excitement but was suddenly interrupted when she heard the commotion made by Alpha Leeno’s pack members. Gerthel made a move to save the innocent pack members of Alpha Leeno. With Gerthel’s one chant, Alpha Leeno’s body floated more into t

Its talons were deadly, just like the bottom part of its tail. “Griga is a dragon, obviously. We’ll ride her today. She is my battle partner.” “O-Okay.” He was uncertain if he could ride it. Although he had seen several peculiar creatures in Erganiv like Unaeth and Arrano, he had never seen a dragon. “Come on!” Rieska clicked her fingers, and he levitated while she emerged on the saddle, “Sit here, hurry!” Eleand used his wind magic to balance when he was seated in front. And to make sure he would not fall in case Griga flew like lightning.

This entire situation scared the shit out of our dragons and us. “What was that eye roll for?” Drake asked. “Sorry, it was not directed at you two. Gemma is just a horny dragon. I guess her, Haldor, and Grendel have been talking, and it is not exactly a PG conversation.” Ty replies.

There were also Giant Sticky Salamanders, B-Rank monsters, the same as the giant Crocodiles, three-meter-long salamanders with giant and sharp jaws, they were slow but fierce, although their meat was tender, and the stickiness was an interesting mix. These two monsters were actually considered dangerous to the Orcs, so only strong males or warrior women like Dura could fight them in parties, but Chaos easily ate them like mere snacks, surprising Dura with his strength as he nonchalantly killed creatures that the children were always taught to never provoke nor get near their territories…

"Either way, we can't outrun them. Dragons are faster than anything on the ground, and we don't have our horses." Lirael cursed under her breath. "So we fight?" "Against thirty Drakari? We'd be dead before we drew our weapons." The riders appeared over the ridge before anyone could suggest another option. They weren't what I expected. In the stories, dragons were massive beasts with scales and wings, breathing fire and destroying cities. But these were people, or at least they looked like people. Tall and lean, with sharp features and skin that seemed to shimmer faintly in the dying light. Their armor was unlike anything I had seen before, dark metal that moved with their bodies like it was

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Dragon sat with Jenny and her triplets around a small fire, its flames dancing gently and casting shifting shadows across their faces. Jerry sat beside Jackson, with Jakiri next to them. Towering over them, Dragon, with his fiery red eyes and commanding presence, exuded an aura that kept everyone on edge. Finally, there was Jenny. Jerry looked up at Dragon with a curious smile and asked, “You’ve told us a lot about werewolf customs, but there’s one question that has always fascinated me. What’s the story of the mate? And how does a werewolf find their destined partner?”