Mythical Dragon Names Novels & Stories

Sighing, Sophia hooked her knotting hair behind her ear and asked, "Well, what's your name?" The dragon raised his head and said, "For now, you can call me Eli.”

Asher introduced me as his mate and future Queen, which made my often silent Ruby puff out her chest with pleasure. Each she-Dragon introduced themselves as Gærriðla, the designer; Óðinn, in charge of procuring materials and would be the main seamstress; and Sigríðr, who would be measuring and creating patterns. For ease, they said I could call them Gabriella, Diane and Samantha, explaining that each Dragon had two names. One would be a more typical human name from the area they lived in, and the other was their Dragonese name, which was the same as their Dragon. I made a mental note to use their Dragonese names since it seemed disrespectful otherwise.

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

But nothing could have prepared me for this. Those murals don't compare to this dominating magnitude of physically witnessing a living, breathing dragon. I sense Azraelyrs turning to me, my eyes still locked on the red dragon as he speaks, “Her name is Avizandria.”

The unicorn spoke, “I can tell you what I can.” “Can you start with who you are? Do you have a name?” The unicorn laughed but it sounded like a small song playing, “All creatures have a name, child. I can tell you my lower realm name, which is Sylvrmane, but I cannot tell you my spiritual name.” She scratched her head, “Spiritual name?” “Yes, every creature ever created has a spiritual name and a lower realm name. Your lower realm name is, Evrah. That is what you are known by in the lower realms.”

Then he let the flame go out. The two shift, and go back to the same spot they wore before, and immediately start flirting, which makes Ryan laugh. Turning to Abraxas and Iposa, he asks: - And you two? Can I see your dragons? Without opening their mouths, Abraxas and Iposa get up and run to the shore, shifting. Abraxas was a dragon like Argenta's but green and Iposa, similar to her brother, but blue. - Hello Ryan, my name is Lethon. - the big green dragon says.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

>You can be as strong as him or stronger my bub, it all depends on the people you defeat,< Queseon said as he noted that the temperature was warming up. >Oh alright,< Igris huffed and folded his arms. After a moment his eyes frightened, >What other dragons are there besides the Sun and Sea dragons?< Queseon raised a brow and looked down at his beaming bub then chuckled, >Oh my soul! Bub, okay, there’s the Sun, the sea dragon is also known as the water dragon and has a body longer than yours almost like uncle sea serpent. There’s the wind dragons, sky dragon, earth dragon, fire and moon dragons. Wyvern’s and shadow dragons too.<

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

The last question sounds more like a demand than a question. "Argon is the name. Kin of the mighty, highly-favoured, and aboriginal dragons..." "The infamous chief of all flying beasts— the golden dragon," they chorused. The lines were introduced to them back when they were little so that anyone who may not recognize them at first shall pay the crime of not recognizing the mighty dragons—the highly-favored creation of the god Azgorath. Her thoughts suddenly become disheveled. Part of her wants to delight in meeting a long-lost relative in the mortal world. Yet, when her memory reminds her of the kind of creature Argon is, she strides back.