Mha Dragon Novels & Stories

Should the Keeper of the Dragon Stone die, it would cause all Dragons to die. The book also explains that should all Dragons die, mass destruction would plague the earth. Without Dragons, there isn’t a balance. Dragons are a superior race, that protects the earth itself. Knowing that, I felt stupid for attempting to end my life. According to what I read, there are all kinds of Dragons. Some, such as Water Dragons, help safeguard oceans and even try to prevent natural disasters, but they are also the cause of some of them. While there are some Dragons that aren’t particularly good, most Dragons are known for their Honor.

Above her, the sound grew closer, and a dark shadow covered the sky above everyone’s heads. “Madchen,” Drago had her by the waist now, holding her tightly, “Please,” Everyone stood up, including Drago, who had her in a death grip. The dark shadow grew closer, and Madchen shielded her eyes from the sun, craning to get a look at the thing causing such a commotion. Before her very eyes, the shadow took on the shape of a scaly beast, at least twenty feet long. A dragon? Was she high? No, it couldn’t be…

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

While waiting for Anya he called Mia. Her internship was almost over. It would be nice to figure out when they could catch up. She was gearing up for a party with her friends after the completion of her internship. Her chirpy, cheerful voice was addictive as she chatted about her plans. She was going to go on a bike ride from Pune to Goa along with her Harley Owners Group. They called themselves HOG. It was a professional bikers group so the health and safety standards would be managed but it still remained predominantly a men's gang.

’ Maia says and throws her arms around me. I embrace her back. She steps back and stares at the dragon, ‘What, When, How?’ she says, shaking her head in disbelief. I take Maia’s hand and playfully pull her along to stand in front of Vermillion. ‘Queen Maia, I would like you to meet Vermillion. My new dragon,’ I grin. Vermillion blows smoke from his nostrils and sits before bringing his face closer to Maia’s. ‘H-how do you do?’ she says nervously but also politely.

Just like me. “These eggs are not Majere,” Nilla responds decisively, as she steps forward, crushing shell fragments beneath her feet, before reaching down to pick up a larger shard. “Majere dragons are born in bestial form, whereas these lesser dragons are almost humanoid–I’m not even sure they’re royal,” she sneers, looking between Athony and me, as she makes her assessment. “Majere dragons were engineered with unique features to mark their lineage. Most of those abilities are undetectable until after hatching,” she muses, “but their shells,” she holds it up to the light, turning it from side to side, “are lined in red. Always. The outer shell surface can have any color, but the Majere blo

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.

That was because he was from the True Dragon Clan, one of the three celestial monsteriods. The true dragon clan was originally the king of the monsteroids. They possessed extreme speed and naturally had the ability to control thunder and water energy. They were regarded as invincible among all. Standing in front of Leigh at that moment was Drake Wyrmthorn, the son of the current Monsteriod King Keith Wyrmthorn in Thunderpeak Region. Not only was Drake Wyrmthorn born under the bloodline of the True Dragon Clan, he was also from the extremely rare Golden Dragon Bloodline under the True Dragon Clan.

"Remember what we practiced. If anyone attacks, you shield your sister. Hemston, you create light to blind attackers. Then you run to the safe room. Understand?" "We understand," they say together. "Good. Now, one more training session. Defense scenarios." They train until both children are exhausted. Then Meredith feeds them and tucks them into bed. "Tell us about Mama's dragon," Herston requests. "Is it big?" "Massive. Silver scales, wings that span fifty feet. Magnificent and terrifying." Meredith smiles. "You'll have dragons too someday. When you're older." "Will we be as strong as Mama?" Hemston asks.

Good. Because so am I. I launch from the terrace. My dragon bursts forward with a roar that shakes the ancient stone beneath us. The wind tears across my scales as I climb rapidly toward the incoming enemy. Malrec doesn’t slow. He’s in his dragon form—larger than any I’ve ever seen outside the royal bloodline. Bigger than before. His scales are dark as storm clouds, and his wings cut through the air with terrifying strength. Fae enhancements. He’s not alone.