Monkey D. Dragon Novels & Stories

When he was done his purple jewel-like eyes glowed at us, his mouth opened and I saw sharp teeth. He was in the sky high above us, his great wing beating into the air, taking him higher before I was ready. Marcus moved forward, he looked over his shoulder at me one last time before his the same sounds filled the room. The dragon that crouched before me was far bigger than both Louis and Nash. Marcus’ scaly skin was pitch black and looked rough to the touch, he turned around slowly and I was met with deep obsidian eyes. Eyes that even in his other form were sad.

His dragon form was huge coming in around fifteen feet long, thirteen feet tall, and sporting a twenty-seven foot wing span that stretched to full length as the change completed. The dark amber color of his scales shimmered in the sunlight as his legs gave out. He could feel his body going to war with the poison, growling and flailing in pain in the snow. Deep ruts were carved into the wet earth beneath the snow from his claws as he roared in pain. It was like the poison was trying to incinerate his insides. The pain was so strong.

They're greedy, lustful, and remorseless, they only think of themselves. It's already in the middle of the night when I was walking back to the castle, I heard a loud growl from the mountain. The ground suddenly moved and my eyes suddenly saw a vision of danger. My eyes darken resembling the chaos. "Leonardo... " His name was the first thing I've spoke off before running back towards the mountain. When I reached the mountain, the loud growl from a Darkrai monster, the one with the biggest size and large horns blow off a fire from his mouth and burned all the trees and flowers surrounding the mountain.

There wouldn't be a better time than this. "Aw, come on, Gio, don't get your balls all twisted. I was joking-when do we leave?" Con sprung to his feet and feigned a right hook, followed by a left uppercut. Gio chuckled, "Look at you, all Mohammad Ali and shit, jeez Con." They bumped shoulders, looking at the shifter community that lived in the subway system. It was a hard life, and the wolves hardly ever saw the moon, but the underground was the only place where the massive forms of the dragons couldn't fit in. They were safe as long as they didn't go to the top. Above them, the city grew larger. Dragons controlled the business empire, growing wealthy off of humans' ignorance, while a life o

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

“Don’t mind him. He’ll behave.” “And I told you not to bring the dragons here. But you’ve brought both, and now I can’t do anything about it.” She looked behind her at where the second one stood waiting. That one was smaller than this red one, though not by much since she had to guess that both of them were close to ten meters from snout to tail. Slender and blue-green-scaled, with a strange peacock-like webbed frill bearing beautiful false eyes, this second dragon was far stranger and more ethereal than she had ever imagined one could look.

it rumbled. The copper-colored slanted pupil eyes that matched her scales stared at Isabelle for a long time and made it feel like ants danced along her skin. “I think not. Wait outside the chamber if you must, but you will not like our discussion.” With a snapping of teeth that made Isabelle jump, the first dragon turned and scraped its body out of the opening and stomped away. “I’m D'Kohralx Vorian Churgo Desmonda.”

Kiri said, her eyes flying wide, spinning her head to face Smarluuten, “You have a fully grown pogona?” “I do,” Smarluuten nodded, his smile widening as a five-foot tall, spikey form of a lizard came to a stop, its large head outstretched toward the drakken, the beast’s chest was puffing in and out loudly from the effort. “Now it will become the high blood’s pet and mount,” he added, scratching the beast on the soft fleshy part under its chin, as he did the lizard let out a soft clicking sound in response.

Erik then offered the flasks to Director Bones and the Aurors. "Drink it." Director Bones looked at the flasks and back to Erik. Her question was evident in her face. "Juice of Dragon Fruit cultivated by True Dragons. Better than coffee and pepper-up for normal humans. You guys seem to need it. It will give you all about twelve hours of energy." Erik explained to them. "I heard about it…" Said the gruffy looking Auror, Alastor Moody. "That stuff is very rare." He took one flask and started casting diagnoses on it. Erik shrugged the comment.

The moment their minds brushed against each other, May relaxed and clung to him just as Lana had. Liv circled him, her green dragon weaving in and out of the monsters. The dragon was extremely fast and able to make incredible turns for such a big beast, almost reversing itself in midair. Damonq could understand the appeal of a dragon, and if he ever had a child, he'd make certain his son or daughter had such a creature to help guard them.