Mha Dragon Novels & Stories

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

The Ma’vhor screamed. Between the vise-grip of the Dragon’s teeth and the sustained blast of flame, the unnatural beast’s body was not invulnerable. Ghaeron put every last ounce of strength his jaw muscles possessed to work, and he jerked his head sideways as his flame died out. Scorched flesh tore, and then Ghaeron was momentarily off-balance as there was a sudden release. The Ma’vhor’s head came away from its body. The Dragon flapped upward, watching as the headless body twisted and fell. He lost sight of the severed head, and the lifeless body smashed into the trees on the slopes below the Citadel.

It's height and size alone covered a large part of the field. " Minerva? Are you alright?" Vincent asked as he closed on her. Everyone could see Minerva and the dragon but had no idea what was happening there and they were good scared to move. " Vincent! The dragon, it's here for me. Do you know about this one?" A prince might have an understanding about their history. " It's an old dragon but not the oldest. They disappeared two hundred years ago and no one knew where they went. This is the first time in two hundred years since the dragons made an appearance in their home, RedShire."

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.

A few chuckles followed, though Stryker only growled, earning more laughter. “Interesting color shift,” Mikan observed, his tone sharpening as the hatchling’s scales reverted to blue and red. His eyes narrowed in study. After several tense seconds, Mikan looked at Brie. “Is he speaking to you through telepathy?” Brie nodded slowly. “He knows who I am, Trace as well, and Rodic.” “That’s impossible,” Daxen said, stepping closer to examine the hatchling. But before anyone could react, the small dragon shuddered and melted into a pool of shimmering blue liquid.

a world of dragons. It was the night of the gala celebration of my company's expansion when my strange sightings became real and for the first time in a very long time... I felt scared; fear ...that emotion I never felt in over a decade now took control over me.. An emotion I had long forgotten to feel, now wrapped around me like a death shroud. I never thought one day I would meet a dragon, let alone become the mate of one... the last dragon prince was my mate. He entered my dreams first; deep seafoam eyes with hints of emerald and black invaded my dreams, claiming me.

Shocked, Brandon stared at the large black dragon in awe. The dragon was as long as an anaconda although a sprit entity, Kiowa is more useful in the world of the nonliving but in this world he could hold his own. “This is Kiowa.” The dragon left his side in favor of his curiosity. Wrapping his entire form around the man, thankfully covering his perfect busts including his birthday suit. He hope the last thing Brandon would do is attack, Kiowa is harmless unless his threatened, feels threatened or if violence is required.

Baz rumbled in approval and the dragon took off again and without wasting time dove straight into Rev. He screamed and the restraints around his wrists broke as he clawed at his skin. Rev's dragon was indigo and even the Elders seemed confused as they saw the mark appear. Rev had rolled off the bed and he was on his hands and knees giving us a clear view of his back and the emerging dragon on it. "Please state the candidates status for our records," Elder James asked. "Jax is my second in command, Milton third and Preston fourth," I said. "What beasts do the Harris boy's parents have?" Elder Peter asked.

Was she all right? The Tryn dragon crashed into Kohl's side, knocking them both down. Its talons digging into his back and shoving his head into the mud. Vespar strolled in front of him. “Watch while we make your woman ours. She is the first of our broodmares who will bring a new age.” Kohl clenched his talons and allowed his rage to boil inside him.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.