Invisible Dragon Novels & Stories

He then stood up and walked towards me. "I'm Ignis, nice to meet Al." The magma dragon took my hand and shook my hand with a big smile. Erin who saw the change in her attitude suppressed a laugh behind me. "Why are you laughing?" Ignis said, looking at Erin. "Hahaha where's your fierce temper just now!?" Erin hugged my arm and glared at me. "I don't want anything to do with Queen Danirmala, I might end up like Friss," she answered while making tables and chairs using her earth magic. The table and chairs he made right in front of his throne.

he asks me. “Too far for me to narrow it down,” I say sadly. “But it’s in this direction?” he asks. “Yes,” I say. “Let’s land. We can tell the others, and they can try and track him from the ground.” “Who are they?” I ask, turning my head to look. “The green one is Avani, the earth dragon. I recognize him.” “Yes. and you've met the others. Tana is the fire dragon with her mate, Kaylani is the water dragon, and Zephyr is the air dragon. She is Iniko’s mother.”

His pupils grew round and full, like a bird of prey watching a mouse. What was Spencer? What had I gotten myself into? I should have just stayed home and confronted Nolan and my sister. If I had it would suck, but I wouldn’t be about to be possibly murdered by someone who might not be human. A rumbling growl came from deep in Spencer’s chest and he leaned back slightly on his barstool. Watching me with those eerie looking eyes. “I’m a dragon.” The words were raspy and didn’t sound human. It was almost a growl, but not quiet, something animalistic. A warning.

Alicia decided she had to see if he was still conscious before determining if she could help him or not. One quiet step at a time, Alicia came upon the dragon. He was blue, purple, and green and his skin shone in the sunlight like oil. Being a girl who knew no fear, she carefully reached a hand out to touch him. After all, it was not every day that you got to touch a dragon, she thought. He didn’t open his eyes when she gently touched the side of his face. That gave her courage to examine him. Alicia had hopes to be a Doctor of Animals, but she knew that was just a dream. No one would take a woman seriously.

I said and let go of her. “Your whole family is downstairs,” she said and looked deep into my eyes. She watched me as I got dressed and raised her eyebrows when I slid two Jericho’s into the shoulder holsters and zipped my jacket up halfway. I took her hand and we headed down the stairs. I heard their voices, familiar voices, as we neared the last stair. We stepped into the open-plan room and every head turned to look at me. “It’s the eyes,” a woman said. Jessica Sinclair. Five foot four inches. One hundred and sixty-four pounds. Dark brown hair. Golden brown eyes. Belongs to Malachi. Witch.

He roared a sound that shattered the air, shaking the ground and echoing across the mountains. Flames erupted from his body, curling in living serpents, rolling over enemy lines. The sheer intensity of his presence drove foes backward, forcing monsters and men alike to recoil in terror. Yet the dragon’s raw power threatened to consume everything, including Ashenrealm’s soldiers. Elara’s silver energy surged in response, wrapping around him like ribbons of pure light, guiding and tempering the inferno, shielding the allies nearest them.

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

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

"But I'm going to find out. And until I do, you belong to me." Saoirse’s hands curled into fists in the horse’s mane. She would play his game. She would be his mute, stupid servant. She was the Last Dragon. He was the Viper. And he had just invited his own destruction into his home.

"What?" Azalia couldn't believe her ears. Surely, she hadn't heard Melech right. "A dragony?" She repeated in a puzzled voice. "Nobody in their right mind would ride such a dangerous creature." Dragonies were small dragon-like creatures belonging to the Adom Kingdom. They were a dark orange colour, their wings and bodies covered with red scales strong enough to stop a blade. They were gorgeous but could breathe fire and had extremely sharp fangs and claws that could kill a man on the spot. Azalia would never dare approach one of those too close.