Mha Dragon Novels & Stories

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

"That much, we already know. We just don't know when." > "Even I do not know when," the book replied. "But I know he will send Shadow Scale." I stiffened. "Shadow Scale?" > "The dragon." "Roosevelt's dragon." "The beast he has used to burn your race—and many others—for centuries." Micha whistled under his breath. "That's… terrifying. And kind of impressive." I shot him a look. "Focus." "So what happens next?" Micha asked. The golden letters rearranged themselves slowly.

​The voice did not use words, but the meaning crashed against my consciousness with the force of a tidal wave. The water around me boiled instantly, turning from freezing cold to scorching heat. A pair of colossal, glowing amber eyes opened in the abyssal dark above the basin, each eye larger than a carriage, burning with an unquenchable fire that illuminated towering scales of obsidian and gold. ​It was Ignis, the Dragon Emperor, sealed away in the darkest prison of the world for epochs. ​Instantly, the ancient beast released a fraction of its true aura, projecting a crushing wave of spiritual pressure designed to grind any intruder's mind into nothingness.

The crowd outside fell into silence. Even the ministers, men who had lived long enough to witness countless battles had never seen a creature like this. A massive red dragon now stood, her scales gleaming under the light, her presence crushing the air around her. George’s eyes widened in pure disbelief. “You… you’re a dragon,” he whispered. “How is that possible?” Myra’s transformation was complete, but unstable. Her massive form radiated raw power and rage. The moment her red eyes locked onto George, the fury inside her surged beyond control.

22 A dragon! He was a god-damned, fire-breathing, humongous, large toothed dragon-kind Miaka had never seen a real dragon before and was as blown away by him as Kai was. Kai quickly jumped out of the way as the guy shifted, but even as a dragon, he was no match for a God. Kai - being a war God - had no real chance at losing any battle - dragons or not. Miaka ran to the small wooden stage to congratulate her hero, but her efforts were misplaced, she soon found, as the people of the town did not want to forgo the execution.

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.