Mythical Dragon Names Novels & Stories

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

The old magic survived only through her, and through those she chose. She swallowed. “That’s one path.” The vision shifted. Now she stood among dragons Draynor, Grenon, and others she did not recognize. Her dragon form loomed vast and luminous, scales threaded with Circle-light. The Dawlya magic did not rule here; it listened. The Circle bent itself around draconic instinct, reforging ancient bonds broken centuries ago. Balance. But the cost was clear. The Dawlya would never forgive it. They would call it betrayal, corruption. War would come not from fear of her, but from hatred.

Life slowly started getting back to normal. After Kenna forced me to start getting up and interacting again, I realized how much had truly happened while I’d been mourning the loss of Phoenix. The entire Academy was in a state of mourning. After everything that happened with Phoenix and the hatchlings, I felt a special bond to them. I started going to see them the day after Kenna dragged me out of bed. Raina was thrilled to see me, nuzzling me with her snout. I learned the names of the other four dragons that were there as well, Gemma, Blaze, Skye, and Azure; earth, fire, air, and water. All dragons seemed to be named after their element. Even the hybrids, like Ajax, chose names that relate

I said as she raised a brow. "I know you want to know what that is. Originally, those who had your mother's rank of dragon had a different name, which was known as Divroke. Divroke is an ancient word that means greater than the most powerful," I explained. "The name was used from generation to generation to identify such a dragon until our parents, who dearly loved gemstones, changed the name. Because of how my sister's dragon had an amazing fiery orange and yellow color at its tail, which looked like flames and fire opal, the name φλογερός was bestowed on her dragon, which is a Greek name that means fiery," I explained simply.

CX125 might mean “facility C, row X, egg #125.” “Oaestr,” I repeat, tilting my head as I walk in a slow circle around her, taking in every element of her very unusual appearance. Maybe wherever she’s wherever we are now, her name isn’t as unique, or as powerful–I can’t imagine anyone who would dare name their children after one of the oldest gods. “That name belongs to a very special dragon where I come from,” I explain. “They call her the Mother of Us All. From here, all the other dragon species on our planet were born.”

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

'' both dragon and rider cocked their heads to face each other. ''Now, this is awkward, you should have a name'' ''You think?'' the dragon drawled sarcastically "Oh crap I don't know many dragon names'' ''It must not be a dragon name, but it should be a fun one, so don't call me Marienne or Belle or Lya, Blurrgh!'' the dragon shuddered and Zutara laughed heartily. "You are a girl dragon'' "Of course, I am a girl dragon would a boy dragon be this shiny and amazing''

She told me that it had been a while since her dragon was out. “I just worry. I haven’t shifted in so long.” I state. “Everything is going to be fine. My dragon is terribly excited to meet Gemma.” Dray says. “Oh shit, I just realized that I don’t know the names of your dragons.” I blurt out. “Grendel is my dragon's name,” Dray tells me. “My dragon’s name is Haldor,” Drake states.

Even so, he didn’t do anything. Was Aland enduring pain? Impossible! Was the dragon connected to him? My thoughts and feelings became very chaotic. “Even though I made it with great difficulty. The materials I collected weren’t easy either,” Aland muttered. “But, you destroyed it with just one attack.” “TIAMAT!” Daran hissed in a deep and angry voice at Aland. Tiamat? I thought. Why did Daran call Aland by that name? The Tiamat I know is a mythological creature, a five-headed dragon goddess with eternal power.

Long ago, when dragons ruled the earth, they lived a particular family known as the Lycans. The Lycans had special abilities to control fire and it was a gift from the founding Dragon Aragon. The founder of the Lycan Dynasty, Azerius, was builled and he ran to seek protection in the cave where a baby dragon was. There he found the dragon and named him Aragon and mistaked Aragon for a bird, trained Aragon till he became a full fledged Dragon. Humans and outcasts where thrilled to see a creature that breathes fire and Azerius named them Dragons!