Mandalorian Dragons Novels & Stories

He just laughs making Mitalonys growl. “Now why would that happen?” “Dragons don’t like being locked up,” I snarl. His eyes widen in shock making me smirk. “So, you’re a dragon then,” he growls and suddenly the room is empty. I yell in frustration and bang my fist against the door. Damn it Mitalonys!!! How could you tell him! I snarl, furious with my dragon for making me confess. He would figure it out eventually, besides, even though he knows you are a Fire dragon, he doesn’t know that you are a Fury dragon, he reasons.

Dude #2 yelled back suddenly. “Guys, we have no choice, we either do this or die when we go home, and if we run.. he’ll find us” dude#3 said. Unable to handle the truth of what awaits them, he started walking away from the other guys. ‘Sapphire, what are these guys?’ I asked my dragon, uncertain of their different scents. ‘That’s a delta dragon, gamma dragon and warrior dragon. That gamma dragon is the highest ranking one, deltas are like healers and warriors are obviously warriors,’ she laughed at me, making my fists clenched slightly.

“Most of it is beautiful, fruitful, and full of growth. Rogues have torn the Vamparia Kingdom apart, chased away the goods, and now it is left desolate, barely able to keep crops to survive.” Biting the inside of my cheek, Creed led me away from the conversation. Warrior dragons were already shifting, and the faes were pulling out their wings for the flight home. “Will you ride with me, my fawn?” Creed eyed me as I kept the blanket held around me. Shaking my head, I pulled it off, handing it to another fae warrior to put it away.

Tordin whispered, the man who had been silent in the group. Zarek would murder everyone if anything were to happen to his mate. Dragons were extremely protective of their mates, killing to protect them if needed. Being the largest dragon in existence, there was no telling what would happen should his mate die. “Let us research as much as we can. Find any records, should they exist, of this working.” Samelle shut the book, drawing in ragged breaths. Fear raced icily through his veins. He would not fail Zarek again.

That better be just showing! "Dragons come from eggs. You can tell by his dark scales he is a Night dragon. When he's older he'll be able to hide Dmitri in shadows as well as the darkness." Toma let out a playful growl from the attention and looked back at me. "You want to pet this little guy?" "He won't bite me, will he?" Milo asked cautiously, starting to look excited.

Harris thought it was so magical being in the sky and looking at the two large dragons flying on their right. Harris could easily tell which one was Lana. Her dragon was almost half the size of Adonis and Atticus. Draven was bigger than both. His wing span was larger, and his body was twice the size of Lana's. Draven’s tail stretched out longer than the other two dragons. The spikes along his head and neck were sharper, more pronounced and longer, and his talons looked deadlier.

“Morana!” Morana looked at Carys, and I followed her gaze. Carys turned around and walked towards the standing army of the dead. The five dead dragons broke into a run right past her and, with a powerful flap of their gigantic wings, they charged towards the sky. One of them opened its mouth wide and exhaled out a river of dark flames. In the time I dodged its attack, the second dragon flew towards Christian and Morana. Riding its back, they broke free from my mana strings and dived towards the ground before their dragon took a U-turn in the midair and unleashed the darkness out of its throat.

he responds. I'm thrilled he can hear me. It must be his magic, though I'm sad at his answer. To have this ability and not use it would cause too much suffering for me. I must think positive thoughts while around him, so I start asking questions while we swoop through the sky. "Tell me the colors of the other dragons." "Goddess have mercy," he growls. "Bastian is red, Laryn blue, and Tahr silver." I'm on a roll. "Do you ever fly together?"

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

When he finally spoke, his voice was soft but heavy with centuries of solitude. "Attachment to mortal beings is... unwise. The dragons are immortal. They comprehend the weight of time." "And I don't," Madeleine concluded. "You can't," he said, not unkindly. "No mortal can." Another silence fell between them, more comfortable than before. Madeleine found herself watching the dancing flame, its movements indeed hypnotic, drawing her attention away from the lingering tendrils of her nightmare. "Does it help?" Dante asked after some time. "The flame?"