Mha Dragon Novels & Stories

“Of course. Of course. I suppose there are witches and fairies, and… I don’t know.” “Dragons,” Niarthen supplied. “Though they are all but extinct.” “Hmm, I imagine they are, as it would be hard to hide a dragon,” she agreed, her eyes on the road before her. It felt unreal to be having a conversation with a merman about dragons, werewolves, and vampires whilst driving alongside a flooded river away from religious fanatics. “I think I read a book about this once,” she realized. Maybe it was all a strange dream. Maybe she’d had an accident at the cottage and had knocked herself out, or was sick and having a fever dream…

He has suffered enough. Five dragons. The sight amazes me. Two red, two blue, and Tahr's silver. Ashrac is not with them and I feel bad that I cannot ask him to forgive me too. He'd be a teenager now and an even bigger handful for his parents. A smile curves my lips before it drifts away.

“The township of Scolven is governed by a drakken, he is one the last few that still remain. Being pretty much dead centre in between the borders of the southern imperial side and the northern region ruled by the godking, he has kept his township neutral, not siding with either ruler. He has surprisingly been able to keep his town in one piece, not war-ravaged or sacked by either side and after one hundred years of constant war, the General of the imperials and the godking have built enough respect for him to allow his rule to override their own while their soldiers are inside of his area of control, which is denoted by a set of bright red crystals that unless one is blind to all cannot miss

The pain was so strong. A few feet away Freja stood in shock, watching as Zarek, now a huge ass dragon, rolled around in the snow whimpering like a giant puppy. She had never seen a dragon of that size except when she killed the Elder Drake as a teen. Everything about his body was hard and sharp, designed to kill and maim. His scales were a beautiful amber color that shimmered under the sun, mesmerizing her momentarily. Sharp horns trailed from the top of his snout and down his head and back to where they ended at the tip of his long tail. Zarek’s body was sleek but bulky in the right places for protection, his toes wielding wicked sharp claws that tore up the dirt as he rolled around. She s

but the Cenotes of Draconia were massive alright just as much as they were beautiful, housing over two thousand sea and air dragons, with emerald and aqua marine tinges here and there adding a glow to the place that was almost ethereal. So impressive were the monuments that, for almost a minute, Killian almost forgot that he was being led by two very angry men towards their Lord... he almost forgot the hissing and the scowls that followed him as the dragon horde, descendants of the ancient Ghidorah looked down on him, a few brave ones murmuring the words ‘what is he doing here?’ and a couple of other expletives that would have made the human society blush a dark shade of red. As Killian pass

I feel dizzy, and my right side isn’t functioning properly. As Tana and Kenna try to free me, we all hear a sound that makes no sense. It’s the sound of an unfamiliar dragon. I try to look up to see what’s going on, but the paralytic is working into my system more and more. I hear, rather than see, Tana move to protect me and Kenna and then I hear Yhendorn. “It’s The Chief, Mere.” “He’s a dragon rider?” She asks. “No.” I say, but I can barely get the word out. They are close enough now that I can see that he is using the dragon as a pack animal. A juvenile dragon that looks remarkably like Tana and Kenna, only, they are the last of their kind.

I argue. If Mia was a male, perhaps I could be convinced by Lydia's explanation. After all, a male dragon is known to burn down a whole village in minutes since their balls of fire are more scorching than a females. “ There's something you are forgetting, Leticia. Mia is not your average dragon. She is a royal dragon, specifically chosen by the gods to redeem the supernaturals. She is bound to be unique or should I say different. I believe everything that happened is linked to the prophecy."

------------- --------------------- Eight months later . . . ------------- --------------------- "Aodh, could you please help Kira and Arthur get the kids settled down? Company will be here soon," Shamira half-shouted, half-sighed. Being a mother to a nest of little dragons was exhausting. Since defeating Jonas, four more eggs had hatched, giving her another Sea Serpent (this one a female), a female Horned Dragon from the Far East, a male Stone Dragon from the Rocky Mountains of the United States, and a male Quetzalcoatl from Central America.

Looking at Lea like this Alisha on her side found answers to the questions in her mind. First, she thought this dragon might be Elena's as the dragon mentioned Master Kai Von's disciple during the conversation. But looking at Elena she was sure the dragon belonged to her and this truth shocked her to the core. As Liam had said before if the dragon was this powerful how powerful could its master be? Both Alisha and Lea were broken from their thoughts as Allen approached the group.