Inferno Bearded Dragon Novels & Stories

Dorin gasped, pointing at a creature curled around Johan’s neck. “Oh...” Johan sounded uncertain, “It just... hatched...” Dorin stared at the small scaly creature. Its top was a fiery red and its underside, gold, with five little talons on its four tiny limbs. It looked back at Dorin and sneezed. Two rings of white smoke came out of its nostrils. “Is that... a dragon?” Dorin asked again. “How should I know?” Johan replied, “I told you, it just hatched.

Straining against Ulna’s grip, the beetle bucked again as Marcia started to slice upward toward the beast’s head, orange blood beginning to flow from the deep cut she was making. ‘Tell Marcia to steer clear of the blood, it’s called a lava beetle for a reason, they live in magma and their blood is as equally hot, so if you touch it, your skin will melt,’ Fafnir said, dashing forward to grab the beetle’s now distracted head to prevent further bucking.

When she blinked, she looked like a doll, and he considered her adorable, like something he could look at all day without getting tired. A bead of sweat streamed down her forehead, and strangely, he desired to sweep it off with his tongue. To kiss her on everywhere that mattered, but he held still, staring like a man whose purpose was yet to be defined. But he watched as it dropped onto the slope of her breast and crawled down under her dress.

My eyes rolled back. "Mm," I moaned. I felt every press of his fingers. It sent chills through my veins. A smile tugged across my lips. The next moment, I snapped out of it. I jumped off the bronze chair and turned swiftly to look into his eyes. Those blue piercing eyes were gone, replaced by deep crimson ones. "You aren't Mitchel," I said, trying to convince myself that everything he said was fake. "No matter what you think, I will remain Zarchios," he said.

he pointed to the first, “is a Skathryn. Fast. Agile. Goes for joints and arteries. You don’t kill it with brute force, you blind it. Take the eyes first. Then the throat.” He moved to the second, casually circling it. “This ugly motherfucker is a Drathos Beast. Scaled and resistant to most blades. But it’s slow. Stupid. There’s a gland beneath the tail joint. Hit it with fire or lightning, it’ll detonate. Boom. Pretty colors.”

"So how was your exploration? Do you like our new home?" Kyoko stamped a foot and swayed her tail, giving a little whimper. She looked to me and flicked her tongue. "Yeah, I know there isn't much grass or shade here. But I'm working on that. I've planted more trees and grass seeds. There'll be more shade soon. And you're a nightshade dragon, why does shade matter to you?" She just swayed her tail and seemed to smirk. It was possible my dragon was just giving me a hard time. Nightshade dragons were the most beautiful and hard to tame of the dragon breeds. Among other breeds were Day and Night Glory dragons, Nexus, Water dragons, Nebula, Night Glory, Tri-Horned Wyverns, Desipise, Cavern Lurker

He doesn't say anything, just meets his eyes before they flicker above Jesse’s head to where Iandor is returning. "This is him." Jesse is definitely amazed at the sight of the lizard in Iandor’s hands, skin a bright, mint green with orange stripes over his belly. The artist in him feels inspired. "He is the coolest lizard I've ever seen," he tells Iandor honestly. Iandor grins at his answer, gently running a little finger over Drago's back. "He's a panther iguana. He's my best friend." His heart feels like it's about to burst. "I can tell. He looks like he loves you a lot a lot."

Polar bear. I rush to the room where he keeps our DNA ready to inject. Just as I’m rushing back, I hear Zephyr calling out. “Ancalagon said this one was bitten by a shifter who is part Komodo dragon.” Everett looks up from speaking to Brooke. “Komodo dragons are venomous. Fenian, get her set up on that table over there,” he nods before turning back to the girl, holding her head and trying to calm her. The girl, Enya, rushes over. “What are you doing to her?” she asks worriedly.

A loud growl sounded from the far side of the house, and the sound of heavy paws hitting the marble floor followed. “Mommy’s home,” I called out and walked to the pet food cabin, took out some goodies, and turned to find gold eyes staring at me. I smiled and walked to my fur baby, a beast on four heavy paws and a whole 300 pounds of muscles. Drogon was a six-year-old tiger I had adopted, after rescuing him from the wildfire in Australia. He was a big baby with heavy muscles, snow-white fur with midnight black stripes, and I loved him more than life itself.