Mha Dragon Novels & Stories

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.

The wind at the summit of the Obsidian Hatchery didn’t just howl; it screamed with the frequency of a dying world. High above the fortress, where the air was thin enough to taste of stars and ancient frost, the Great Drakes of the Obsidian Peak stirred in their stone nests. These were not the dragons of myth, but primordial, fur-clad behemoths—half-wolf, half-serpent, with wings of leathery shadow that spanned thirty feet. They were the "Shadow-Stalkers," beasts that had served the High Alphas since the First Dawn, and they only answered to the resonance of a Hallowed Command.

Obviously, the dragon was the one that made the huge roar just now. Looking at the dragon, Darryl was stunned for a bit before he realized what had happened. He gasped in astonishment. 'This was one of the Four Evil Beasts that Empress Nuwa mentioned?' Although it looked a little strange, it still looked like a dragon. Darryl was unaware there was a Mirage Dragon in front of him, which was different from any dragon he had seen before. Mirage Dragons were one of the Four Evil Beasts. It had the ability to predict the future and release air that formed mirages, hence its name.

Raisel handed the blade to Elder Yophiel before she ran following Sahar, the people cleared a path for her. By the time Raisel got to the falls, Sahar was already flying down towards the water, Raisel leaned closer hoping to get a proper view. Elder Yophiel changed too, he was a white dragon. He flew downwards to where the water flowed and together he and Sahar submerged Dragomir into the waters, they laid him on a rock slab. Most of Islandia had gathered, downcast eyes, a couple of people were in tears, and mothers shielded their children from the view. Raisel stared as Dragomir lay submerged in the water.

It didn’t seem remotely connected to anything in her life or even within the bounds of her knowledge. This time, the story had proceeded even further than before. On Alcatraz, Leah and her friends had been attacked by a giant lava dragon from the other world—a balrog, Kai had called it. Leesa recognized the word from The Lord of The Rings books. At the last moment, Leah’s power had finally appeared—she had absorbed the dragon’s fire and turned it back upon the beast, slaying it. The monster’s belly had been filled with eggs, which the soldiers had destroyed. Had the eggs been allowed to hatch, lava dragons would have overrun Earth.

Marina says, and I growl. She looks at me, and I huff before shifting. She drops her eyes off my body immediately. "You will be making several trips back and forth between realms. I imagine the dragons will be out for a fight and need my other warriors. I will find Sara with my nose. As long as you aren't cloaking her, I can smell her easily," I snap, and she nods without looking back at me. "Understood...Dagahra has a wide fire range. He is the biggest dragon I have ever seen. The others aren't as big, and their firepower pales in comparison, but they still breathe fire, so watch out," Marina says, and I grunt to show I heard.

Wind buffeted them, and Rurik stared across the Moscow skyline, searching for the building Charlotte was being held in. The hunters stumbled back as the massive flat roof suddenly got crowded. Three great dragons landed just yards away from them. They ranged in color from blue, to white, to green, their clawed feet scraping against the concrete. "Holy shit," Meg gasped. Rurik laughed. "The blue dragon is Grigori, the green dragon is Mikhail, and the white dragon is Piper, Mikhail's wife. Tie your gear to their legs. Anything you can't hold on to during flight." He glanced at Meg, who stared in awe at the snow-white dragon that was Piper. She reached up to touch her, and Piper bumped her hand