Grimmel Dragons Novels & Stories

{Sleep Breath} {Detect} {Magic Perception} {Enhanced Piercing} {Danger Perception} {Pierce Resistance} Teleport} {Advanced Mana recovery} {Herculean Strength} {Magic Reflect} [Brass dragons, the most gregarious of all true dragons, thrive in warm, dry environments and thrive on conversation.] {[GAINED Knowledge: Dragons]} [A brass dragon's head is distinguished by the armoury plate that extends from its forehead and the spikes that protrude from its chin. Its neck is ornamented with a frill, and its tapering wings extend down the length of its tail. A brass dragon wyrmling has brown scales that are dull and mottled. As the dragon ages, its scales begin to shine, eventually taking on a wa

“It’s hard to stay out of trouble. Training has taken up most of my time.” “What do you do when you train?” I asked, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it. “I have to work out with the thrall. Be available to spar with the others.” “Thrall?” I asked, figuring this was the best time to learn a little bit more about them. “Yeah, wolves have packs. Dragons have thralls or flocks.” He said, plugging his phone onto the charger and sitting it on top of one of the cardboard boxes. “Our kind need to be around each other. It soothes our beasts, makes us stronger.”

With one sweep of his hand, he tore a hunter’s spear in half, the wood splintering as if it were kindling. His voice boomed, resonant and terrible. “I warned you, the gods are watching and now their servants test our strength.” Axel snarled, “Save your riddles, Draikos! Fight!” And fight he did. Malrik moved with inhuman grace, striking with bare hands that broke metal as though it were glass. When a hunter drove a silver spear toward him, his skin glowed faintly as his scales shimmered across his forearm before fading again. Raven’s breath caught as she got a glimpse of what he truly was. Not just a man, or a wolf but a dragon.

“I’m not sure how but I did it! I did it!” Her celebration was short-lived because they heard the crunching sound of the man-deep snow at the approach of something gargantuan and slithery. Indeed, an elongated silhouette reared over where the unconscious Griffin had crashed. Its front stretched out thus, Temujin estimated the dragon was five times larger than the Harpax. “I guess books and teachers CAN be wrong, huh,” Aki mumbled, more in awe than anything. “Actually, scratch that. The gods themselves have reneged on their vow that the Age of Dragons was over.”

“I found him, dad. My brother, I found him. He didn’t recognize me and he’s…small, smaller than I am. And he’s….he’s a wyvern.” I hear Zephyr suck in air behind me. A wyvern is a lesser dragon, often more violent than pure dragons. “Why do you say that, son?” Avani asks, much more calmly now. I finish pushing my healing into Laiken and move to Salil. He’s also a water dragon and has blisters all over his body. I begin pushing my healing into him as Zephyr steps up to Themistocles, one of the earth dragons and begins healing him. He also has blisters on his body from the fire.

Lirle flew beside me, always on alert, though I guessed the other dragons we came across in the castle were doing their hive mind thing to communicate with each other because none of the dragons gave us trouble. We didn't make it far before Lirle's parents appeared. Her mother, a lovely burnt orange dragon let loose of a cry of relief at the sight of Lirle. Her father was midnight black and intimidating, except for his eyes which were the same sky blue as Lirle's. Neither of them wore crowns or robes, though they each had an amulet that rested at the base of their necks. The king's looked to be made of onyx while the queen's gem was citrine. Beyond the strange gems, there was something diffe

As Edon continued its evolution, so Neyalha and Gheyaral came to know that they, though immortal, also felt a desire to have progeny that could serve not only to expand the race of Dragons, but could aid them in their task of guiding the inhabitants of Edon. And so were born to them, emerging from their shining, silvery shells upon the highest peak in the Erimanthe Mountains, a pair of young Dragons. As with their parents, so too were the young ones a male and a female. Yet they were so vastly different in appearance it was immediately evident which was which. The male was dark, his scales an iridescent black that shimmered with ripples of color in the morning light. Red eyes glowed beneath

Rori looked around for Destiny and Andy, but she could no longer find them, looking around frantically she heard the blood-curdling roar again and as she rose to her feet, she heard the large glass wall behind her shatter as a magnificently dark red scales and wings came crashing through the wall. Rori shielded her eyes but screamed as soon as she felt a heavy weight grip her around the waist. As she moved her hands to fight the foreign assailant she heard the unmistakable rumble of Murdok’s voice. “Rori,” was the only word he spoke, and as Rori’s eyes traveled from the gigantic black and red scaled claw wrapped around her up the muscular appendage until she stopped at the most magnificent a

He looked her straight in the eye and smirked making her nervous. ‘Nervous? Is Anya Mithra nervous?? How? Why?’ She ignored the fluttering butterflies in her belly and smiled at the man who could make her feel this innocent attraction, “wipe that smirk off and get ready to haggle with a tuk-tuk (rickshaw). I am not going to sit on your bike with that helmet again.” “Helmet?” He laughed, “you can’t sit on the bike with an arm in that sling” “Oh, this? These are my injuries of honour. I don’t mind flaunting them.”

The Pavilion had a few aristocrats roaming around, but not to the extent that they'll bother looking at him padding his way towards the fountain with a statue of a dragon in the middle, spouting water from it's mouth. The fountain was painted in white, as well as the dragon, making the water appear as though it ripples with sparkles.