Little White Dragon Novels & Stories

"It's my turn now." Wilbur cast a blow toward Hadirt, forming a white dragon that pounced on him. Hadirt moved into a defense position, but the white dragon was nowhere to be seen. It appeared behind Hadirt the next second, shattering his defensive barrier with a flick of its tail. The white dragon clawed at Hadirt, grabbing him in its strong talons. Hadirt cast a blow at the same time, the pressure crushing the white dragon at once. Wilbur had leaped up to Hadirt then, and he punched Wilbur in the side of his face.

The big white dragon sees me and I shoot, missing him, but pushing him out of the way, as I take aim at the big bejeweled dragon again. As I watch, she lifts up higher into the air, snatching a harpoon out of the sky and blowing her fire on it and incinerating it. Now is my chance, now is the time for me to shoot her. I take aim at her wing and shoot. Just as the harpoon leaves the launcher, the little white dragon, the one we tried for months to claim, flies in front of her, blocking the harpoon from hitting her and taking the harpoon straight into the chest.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

He could breathe fire and also breath ice. Lastly was a pure white dragon, the smallest of the three. The young dragon did not land on the ground before transforming and launching herself at one of the twins. Mist was hyperactive, being the last born of prince Xander/Malachai, she was the last of the three musketeers. Ah yes, the Musketeers. A werewolf princess, a dragon princess and a royal nagini. Emerson, Mist and Mya were destructive when put together. Mist was the youngest of the three, Emerson being fourteen, Mya thirteen and Mist, twelve.

The dragon’s head blazed with an icy light that almost compete with the morning sun. Ada closed her wide mouth, not realizing that they were open. The stories she had heard about the white dragon, never painted a beautiful but yet scary picture of a creature who can absorbed light into its body. The village story tellers only said that the white dragons were extinct, she never thought she could see one and live to tell the tale. “Why would you want to help a creature like me?” The beast asked. Ada took several steps backwards as the creature lowered its head. She could see its brown eyes. They were strong and beautiful.

All of a sudden it dawns on me that Liberty and Justice have been awfully quiet this entire meeting. ‘Girls? What’s up?’. ‘I… I don’t know Lola. It was easy rejecting them when they were total *ssholes. But they seem really sorry. And their wolves have been reaching out to me, profusely apologizing and saying they had deeply rooted reasons to hate rogues’ Liberty speaks up. ‘Oh come on! We were technically rogues, yes, but they knew very well I only had been one for 2 weeks, and was no threat to anyone! We weren’t feral!’ Liberty remains quiet now. A thought pops up into my head and I turn to Drake asking “what about dragons actually, do they have mates?”. “They do honey, they also get 1 tru

the little dragon replied with a smile; there were indeed treasures inside, but none of them were of any use to Long Chen. “What’s wrong? Did something happen over there?” the little dragon asked the little mouse. With tears in its eyes, the little mouse explained the situation on the battlefield, and when the little dragon heard everything, its face turned sorrowful, and it stood frozen in place. Hai Mingyue and the other women didn’t know what had happened to the little dragon; they tried to touch him, but he had already turned and walked away in a hurry. SWISSHHHHH

"Well, no. I have no idea what color dragons are. For some reason it just never occurred to me that they would be purple." Now his firm chin rises in a jaunty manner. "We are defined by the striking colors of our dragon scales. This identifies our family line even though only four mature male dragons remain. I'm the last of the purple dragons." His eyes go black again as his suffering reaches clear to my soul. Even my wolf whines softly. He's such a disturbed man with so much pain held tightly inside. I wish he would cry again so I could pull his head to my breast. He needs to let the pain escape.

I frowned. AIKON The bottle of wine almost slips on my hand. I suddenly became out of focus for the first time. I looked up and saw the person responsible for it. “Black Dragon.” I shivered upon thinking of his name. I can’t believe he was him. The famous Black Dragon. The invincible. No mission failed. I sighed and was shocked when the bottle slips on my hand. Then someone catches it and spoke. “Hyung, is there something wrong?” it was the twin that substituted me a while ago.

When I wake up from my most recent blackout, I find myself curled up next to a white dragon. The same white dragon that nearly killed me when we got out of my father’s laboratory. I have no idea how I got here, and I’m terrified that this dragon captured me in order to eat me, or feed me to it’s young. However, this little dragon seems to like me. I say it’s little because it’s the smallest dragon I’ve ever seen. And I say it likes me because it begins nudging me gently when I wake up.