My Little Pony Dragon Oc Novels & Stories

I slowly lowered my head as a rush of adrenaline hit me. The moment he said it, my thoughts began spiraling… “Octavia, what if Red Dragon is disappointed in you for watching him and Mira? What if he's planning to send you back home?” My heartbeat quickened, and the nervous swallow that followed betrayed my rising panic. "Are you alright?" "What the hell are you thinking about right now?" Red Dragon's voice pulled me back to reality. I shook my head. My fingers trembled at my sides. "Nothing, my Lord. Of course. I'll be ready tomorrow," I said.

“So tell me are there other dragons around the world or are we all that’s left?” Gaz with a look of sadness in his eyes said,” Unfortunately we here are all that I know that have survived an attack on our race by sorcerers and witches who teamed up with other shifters to kill us off the face of the earth. I am very sorry to have heard about Xander and Carla. I know you don’t remember but I am a cousin to your mother. I used to come here many years ago after Carla and Xander became mates. Your mother was carrying you and swore me to secrecy never to tell a soul about you. They kept you hid from the world because they knew you would be more powerful and gifted than any dragon. It was an old pr

then facing her spouse, “Come now, make some clothes for the boy, can’t you see he’s getting cold?” As if by cue, Johan gave a sneeze. Dorin muffled his laugh. Damien went to Johan and placed the cloak he was wearing on the fire mage. “May I have a look at him?” he extended his hand towards Dragon. Johan let the dragon child climb into the groundskeeper’s arms. “Oh, look at him,” Lucille cooed, “He’s already got the tip of one horn coming out!” “Where?” Obra come closer to look. “There, see?” Lucille pointed at a point on top of Dragon’s forehead.

A sharp, meaty tongue stretched out. All of this happened in three seconds—just before Arianna Greystone could hit the floor. Her tiny body landed safely on her dragon’s tongue. In the next heartbeat, its magnificent, sharp wings spread wide. Its long tail, with a sharp edge, snaked behind it. It flapped its wings, spreading the fire that had already been set due to the sudden manifestation, burning everything in its path. Reaching the sky, it headed straight for the Dragon Realm. When the Ouroboros saw the terrifying beast settle on the mountain, Drakora—skinny and critical—was brought to the scene..

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

Rachelle sat down next to Spitfire’s sub and her own sandwich, across from me. “Oooooooooh, that smells so good!” came a small, girly voice from Rachelle’s direction opposite me but Rachelle hadn’t spoken. I blinked and my eyes focused on one of her shirt pockets where a tiny orange creature’s head, neck, shoulders, and forearms emerged. The creature did indeed look like a tiny dragon. The particular orange color that she was was just a couple of shades darker than an orange crayon, pretty orange but not a bright or loud orange. Her ears were pointy. Between her ears there was a red crest that gave the impression of a hairdo.

“This is not what I came to your school for... this should not have happened!” Rori was standing there leaning against a tree with her hands clutching at her shirt and neck while she struggled to catch her breath, “what?” Murdok looked at Rori and scratched the back of his head, “I meant only to bring your shoes, but I saw how sad you looked, and your friends didn't seem to give the space you seemed to want at that moment, I'm sorry I should not have brought you out here.” Murdok hurried back to his bike, while Rori followed and neither spoke a word as he mounted the bike and offered her his helmet. Rori took the helmet and stared at it for a minute, noticing that it had a gigantic dragon on

Loukas explained. I noticed that Kaelayni and Mykynzye gave each other a look when Loukas said that about dragon shifters, but I will address that later. Alaexys, Jaylin, Dareia, Danallae and Laehya all had dragons sitting on their shoulders. They were the size of house cats. Not the other cats that have been here for a few days that think they are lap sized. Alaexys had a pink dragon sitting on her shoulder. I was not surprised that it was pink. Just about everything about her is pink. Jaylin’s little dragon was green like an emerald. Dareia had a little black dragon which would go back and forth between her and Donte. Danallae’s dragon reminded me of a ruby. It was dark red and shimmery. T

“And he’s run away from home.” “Oh.” I straightened and cast the dragon a second glance. Not that I had ever seen the creatures outside of Hell or up close, but this one looked about the size of a small pony, with rounded features and large, red eyes. If you thought about it, he sort of looked like a child. “Is he all right?” I whispered. Coral pursed her lips and exhaled an exasperated breath. “He’s having trouble coping because his dad just died.” My chest tightened, and I glanced up at the little dragon. “And he flew all this way?”