Little White Dragon Novels & Stories

“I’m not very familiar with fear. I will spend the rest of our lives trying to make it up to you." Behind them, the booming presence of the white titan filled her mind. "Little Mate," the ancient dragon purred, its voice a slow rumble in her mind, the sound still capable of shifting earth and time itself. "This small dragon is very strong. He should not be able to withstand even a nudge of my magic." Caelia clamped a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. Rhyzar growled in protest, but the soft amusement curled at the edges of his own bond with her, betraying him.

I grumbled, and the trio cleared their throats bashfully. "S-So... you're a White Dragon?" the black dragon uttered like an idiot. I rolled my eyes. "Wasn't it obvious?" "Hm, it's my first time seeing a White Dragon..." the black dragon and the winged tiger uttered. I creased my forehead in confusion. Isn't Leonora Moon a white dragon as well? Oh, right? Perhaps they didn't see her before. That explains. Does that mean I'm the only White Dragon in this land except for the missing Leonora? That's strange. Oh, isn't the Great Divine Dragon Americus a white dragon as well? What's my connection with them? It wasn't a coincidence for me to be a white dragon.

"Listen, I don't know the damn stories so can someone explain to me on what the white dragon is?" "Everyone in Luminescent knows the white dragon. There are five of them that were known to have dominion over the creation of the five classic elements; fire, water, earth, air, and aether. The white dragon controls air. All wind and air based magic is said to be based off of the white dragon." Ryosuke said. "That's it? I never use magic so this thing is completely useless information to me." Kurai sneers. "But now I'm concerned. If the white dragon has reincarnated into a human, shouldn't the entire chi using community be able to find out?" Fukuna asked.

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

And the heat penetrates, even more intensely, into this already stuffy room where the rest of us remain standing, as we watch their entrance. The creatures shut their eyes as soon as the Red Dragon disappears. Clasping their hands together, again. And they mutter, "Ghërla." And as I am about to do the same, something catches my eye. A sudden appearance. The third dragon. A white enormous one that would make the others really look like lizards. It makes a graceful entrance, not befitting for its size. It walks in calmly, with such an unspoken elegance and menace that draws me into it. And as soon as the creatures watching lay their eyes on it, they close their eyes and clasp their hands immed

"Everything just feel so unreal. I can't believe I just rode on a dragon back. Hell! I can't believe I'm a witch. This is all to crazy." "Yeah I get it... although not really, but I understand how you feel right now." I sat up, "You do? How?" I stared at him with so much attention. "You know the men in my family doesn't actually become a dragon till our eighteen birthday..." I guess this explains the little boys and teenagers I can still see running around, I was too occupied by life dragons, that I didn't ask about it.

“Little white dragon.” Tyr nodded thoughtfully. The small white dragon that Winifred dreamt about should be the Holy Ice Silkworm. Tyr could freshly recall how the worm looked in his mind. The Holy Ice Silkworm had an appearance that was similar to an earthworm. In a way, it also confirmed that the Holy Ice Silkworm was indeed effective in waking Winifred up from her coma. Soon, Helen Cole and Jacob Zea came into the room. When they saw Winifred had woken up, the couple cried out in joy.

complained Lycus Lewis. “Very well, since you have entered into a magic pact, I will reveal my identity. My name is Albus White. Non-humans know me as the White Dragon. I'm the oldest dragon who still alive in Magica,” said Albus as he opened his mask and robe gracefully. Then, he spread her white wings across his back beautifully, revealing his half-dragon and half-human form. Lycus Lewis slumped so limply that he fell to the floor. Sweat was pouring out, and his eyes widened with shock.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

It made him panic. Darryl cracked a smile when he noticed White Tiger King’s flustered expression. "White Tiger King, this is called the Trap Dragon Thorn. These Trap Dragon Thorns were specially invented by humans to deal with the Green Dragon clan. Once being stabbed, any powerful dragon will inevitably lose the ability to fly. I believe it is very painful. Even the Green Dragon clan could not bear the torture of the Trap Dragon Thorn. Would you like to try it?” Darryl said slowly to make himself clear as he had a relaxed expression on his face.