Harry Potter Dragon Novels & Stories

It matched the ring I had bought her and I smiled as I looked at it. “By the power granted to us we declare Rylee Grey the Drakaina of the Grey Lair and true fated bonded half of Sire Lucas Grey forevermore,” Elder Peter said. I felt the pull towards the realm of the dragons and when I opened my eyes, Rylee and I stood in a cave, similar to the one where I found Baz. There was a soft humming sound and a large black dragon appeared in front of us. I instinctively knew what to do and held my hand out to him where he made a cut on my palm and repeated the process with Rylee. I took her hand and our blood mingled once again.

Draven. Even his name sounds mysterious. There is nothing on him that gives me a hint of what creature he is but I know whatever it is has to be magnificent. The color of his hair only, which is almost silver, is something rare and unnatural. “What is he?” My voice was too soft. “He’s a weredragon.” Wait what? A dragon? I'm actually looking at a living dragon? I have only heard of them in folktales. “An actual dragon?” “Rare, but yes.” Lucien turns slightly to watch my face. “You really don’t know much about the supernatural world, do you?”

In seconds, a giant dragon appears in front of Ryan's eyes, which was nothing like Argenta. Nymphe Dragon had small legs and cute wings, a long torso that was followed by a gigantic tail, which in every way resembled a giant snake with the head of a dagon. She looked like a sea ​​serpent from old books. It was scary, but at the same time, it was very beautiful. - Hello Ryan, my name is Hydra. The dragon stretches out until its head is close to Ryan and he pats her on the head, making Hydra laugh. To show off her power, Hydra looks at the sea and, raising the waters, she draws a statue of Ryan in the air.

She looked nothing like a boy. The man that stood before her was a massive mountain of a male with bronze skin and inky black hair that fell to his shoulders in waves, framing his handsome face. His jawline could cut glass. Set beneath dark slashes of eyebrows were a pair of molten liquid eyes of gold. They were unlike anything she had ever seen before. With a little effort she tore her eyes from the male to the dragon circling the village. The dragon had appeared from the sky, diving at top speed before flying upwards sending people scattering for safety. She could tell he was male by his coloring and shape, that much she knew about dragons.

Apollo asked confused. “He is her start and her finish. He is the only reason the gold dragon exists. If Rosalie was marked she would be the pure gold dragon. A dragon said to have the power of the heavens and a heart as pure and sweet as an angel. Her life starts with his touch. She will never die as long as Asrar never dies. His touch is what got the gem awoken in her so she could use its gifts. It also awoke his gifts for he is an elemental dragon or spirit dragon as we like to call them.” She spoke cutting the image and walking back to Charles. He wrapped her up again holding her close. “He has a prophecy that states he can heal the golden dragon even from death.” “How is any of this goo

They woke wrapped in a warm fur blanket and for a moment, snuggled deeper into the lushness of it before the dusty musk of dog, and the rise and fall of breath made them realize that it was not a blanket, but a living creature. “Jules,” they whispered hope blossoming as they opened their eyes and then pushed themselves up onto their elbows. They were not in the pod. The broken pieces were to Harry’s left, the lid disjoined, and the base pushed off its moorings. Harry could understand how that had come to be, as it was not a wolf they lay beside, but a giant, furred dragon curled into a ball within the tight space of the chamber, its wings pressed against the roof.

“The Duchess is right. It just reminded me of Imugi. It really looks like a creature that wants to become a dragon, and is in the final stage of becoming a true dragon…” Harriet was silent for a moment and looked at Zaha who was helping her climb this rocky plateau. “Have you ever seen a dragon, Your Highness?” Zaha looked at her, confused. "Ah. I am a dragon myself, Duchess. Just like your Emperor and your Crown Prince.” The two of them blinked at each other. Just then, suddenly a Wyvern was hurtling towards them and was about to swing its tail to attack them, but Zaha with an incredible speed had swung his sleeve at the Wyvern.

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"

, I tell her. ⁑ "Are they…"⁑ ⁑ "Their okay as one could be.", I answered.⁑ Tuning back in just in time to hear the question, "Kevin, are there other dragons that are willing to fight against your father?" "I can see but don't get your hopes up, the only dragon I know that will fight with us is Christian.", I say. "That's fine.", she says.

“Yes, a huge black one.” “How do you know?” “That dog has one disgusting imagination – he had this fantasy that he was riding the dragon whilst it was burning everything in its path.” “Draco” it slipped out before I realised. “So…you know this dragon?” Before I could stop it a memory popped up and I was not fast enough. “Oh,” He laughed, “you KNOW him.” I coughed silently, that was the only thing I could do. “Damn girl, you do like the bad ones, huh?”