Millennial Dragon Novels & Stories

As it boiled, Lyric found some bread and began to butter it. “Niarthen told me that your name is Ember?” She asked uncertainly. Ember seemed almost chatty compared to their time on the island, and she guessed that their change of circumstances was responsible for Ember’s change of mood. “It is one of my names,” Ember replied. “I have had many over the centuries.” “Centuries,” Lyric stared at her. “I am not human,” Ember pointed out reasonably. “Yes, I realized that from the wings. But… centuries?” “I am a dragon,” Ember sat across the kitchen bench on one of the high stools. “We do not age, and therefore do not die because of it, much like the vampires.”

Charlie shrugged. “Let me meet with her privately first. There are a few things I want to go over with her before we start, but Charlie is right. Normally this process can take months to tame a dragon but if she truly wants this and Maggie is open to it, then it shouldn’t be as bad. The only thing I worry about is a dragon’s loyalty to it’s thunder.” Dalaini said looking towards the house. “Thunder?” Gunner asked before I could. “It’s what a group of dragons is called my child. Sorry, I forget not everyone knows about these creatures like I do.” She softly smiled.

She asks, looking around like this other dragon just happened to be around and the dragon that just hatched would be lost in the field's tall grass. "They are born as adults. The egg contains the magic that they form from, not their material bodies." Loras answers looking mesmerized at the unseen beauty above them. Astrid unconsciously rises her hand and in an instant, the newly born dragon stops in the air and looks at her. She smiles. Instead of pitch black like Dracos, this one is a dark shade of purple. So beautiful... The dragon flies closer to them and lands right in front of Astrid, holding its huge head so it can smell the tinny girl that continues to smile at it. It pushes the tips

He tells me quickly and quietly as he sips his drink. Last to stand is a man, huge in stature and when I say huge I mean huge, the biggest man I have ever seen! He stares and grins at me, easily double my size. “I am a dragon" he booms his voice thick and deep, to deep he sounds evil! "I love being a dragon but alas like my counterparts before me, it is a lonely life. They’re are not many female's left sadly due to all the past wars and fights. Making our lives empty with not very many mates and even less children. Alas looking at me you know I would defenitly be good in bed I mean, look at me” he says strongly wiggling his eyebrows in my direction and smiling,

Dude #2 yelled back suddenly. “Guys, we have no choice, we either do this or die when we go home, and if we run.. he’ll find us” dude#3 said. Unable to handle the truth of what awaits them, he started walking away from the other guys. ‘Sapphire, what are these guys?’ I asked my dragon, uncertain of their different scents. ‘That’s a delta dragon, gamma dragon and warrior dragon. That gamma dragon is the highest ranking one, deltas are like healers and warriors are obviously warriors,’ she laughed at me, making my fists clenched slightly.

“I saw your eyes glow and… smoke. You were breathing smoke.” He shuffled his feet as he looked over at me with an intense expression, "Well… my name is Kieran. Kieran Dzianis, known to the world as the heir to the Dzianis fortune. But really…" he paused, allowing his eyes to glow as he watched me. I sat up on the couch reacting to him revealing who he was. "I am actually a dragon." "What?" I scoffed in disbelief thinking this was all just one big joke to get me to bring my walls down brick by brick. How could this be? "You look very human to me."

“But also, I am searching for my sister, Millicent.” Since the day I arrived, I have told the tale of my lost sister, Millie, who was working on our family farm with a dragon lord who took her to be a servant in his castle. “He said she was payment for services to the town. When I got home from touring, I discovered the dragon was gone, and my sister with him,” it’s a story all too familiar in the south, where dragon lords have long raided human cities,”

Jackson, leaning forward with keen interest, interrupted, “Does it happen instantly? Or does it take time?” Shaking his head with a mysterious expression, Dragon replied, “There’s no fixed rule. Sometimes, the feeling is immediate and powerful. Other times, it’s gradual, like slowly discovering a missing piece of yourself.” But Jerry, not entirely satisfied with the answer, gave Dragon a challenging look. Suddenly, he asked a question that was like a stone dropped into still water: “And you, Dragon? Who is your mate?”

Pepper is dragon and incredibly special. I'm lying in the grass and daydreaming because that's what lazy father dragons do for about three minutes each day. I'm imagining the portrait of Jewel and Pepper that now hangs in our great room. Mikael drew it. He barely survived Drakon's attack and his injuries keep him from a fulltime job. He has become our resident artist because he's surprisingly good. He lost most of the fingers on his left hand, but it doesn't keep him from producing amazing portraits that are now sprinkled around our castles.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."