Narnia Dragons Novels & Stories

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

There was only one legendary animal that was hot enough to burn anything at the touch, a creature made of fire and flesh that cleaved the skies and shot flames from its jaws. At the very thought, Athelstan was seized with pure and simple terror. Those creatures did not exist, although there were stories in his family that the Neyers were the first dragons. Athelstan had never believed in those fairy tales, it was not possible, they were just stories for children that his mother told him before going to bed, making him fall asleep dreaming of turning into one of those wonderful creatures, dreaming of being able to cleave the skies, of being able to soar high and free without anyone who could

Smarluuten said, his tongue flicking nervously across his lips once more. “Rex, what is he talking about?” Dilo asked, her eyes moving to study Rex’s expression. Her eyes widened when she saw he had visibly paled, “What he says is true,” she said, her hand moving to her mouth in shock. “The tales of dragons are true.”

"What?" Azalia couldn't believe her ears. Surely, she hadn't heard Melech right. "A dragony?" She repeated in a puzzled voice. "Nobody in their right mind would ride such a dangerous creature." Dragonies were small dragon-like creatures belonging to the Adom Kingdom. They were a dark orange colour, their wings and bodies covered with red scales strong enough to stop a blade. They were gorgeous but could breathe fire and had extremely sharp fangs and claws that could kill a man on the spot. Azalia would never dare approach one of those too close.

While there are some Dragons that aren’t particularly good, most Dragons are known for their Honor. Some disasters, such as a Hurricane could be caused by a Dragon trying to protect the ocean from another Dragon. The same could be said about Earth Dragons. Apparently, forest fires could develop if another Dragon attacks and the Earth Dragon is trying to protect the land. With all the different explanations given, I felt that maybe Dragons should remain in this world. It wasn’t just Dragons that had to protect the earth from other Dragons, there were other supernatural creatures that wanted to cause disorder. After reading what I did, I had to do everything I could to keep myself from dying.

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

" It's an old dragon but not the oldest. They disappeared two hundred years ago and no one knew where they went. This is the first time in two hundred years since the dragons made an appearance in their home, RedShire." Vincent watch in astonishment as the girl kept touching the dragon who wasn't bothered to move. Knowing how mischievous Minerva could be, he held her waist, stopping her from climbing onto the dragon. They were like insects in front of the large dragon and the air coming from it's nostrils were like a gust of wind. " Perhaps he could show us where the others are! Come!" Minerva was awed and climbed onto the dragon with Vincent who was looking at the dragon eye to eye.

“Let’s not waste time pretending this is a misunderstanding.” Darion swallows. “You don’t understand what Malrec is offering,” he says hoarsely. I stop directly in front of him. “No,” I reply. “I understand perfectly.” His eyes brighten slightly, as though he believes he has found a sliver of sympathy. “Then you must see reason. Dragons ruling both realms again, restoring our rightful dominance—” My fist strikes him before he finishes the sentence. The crack of bone against flesh echoes sharply through the chamber. Darion slumps forward against the chains, blood spilling from his mouth.

I introduced Molly to them and let them know that only Molly was permitted to attend to Luna. Molly was a red dragon from Aspen village, calm and composed. I began to think, if only the black dragons were as calm as the red dragons, then we wouldn't have as many problems in our dragon packs. However, the dragons all wanted to show off their superiority and suppress the others. I knew the reason why the North wings were fighting for more power was to invade all the lands and kingdoms of the humans.

We soon reached a sleeping dragon, he was enormous. Dynaris approached the sleeping dragon, her footsteps echoing off the cavern walls. As she drew closer, the dragon's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her with a piercing gaze. Dynaris stood tall, her voice clear and steady. "I mean you no harm, noble dragon. I'm on a quest to reclaim the ancient dragon throne." The dragon's gaze narrowed, his voice low and rumbling. "Many have come before you, seeking to claim the throne. But few have succeeded. Are you prepared to face the trials that lie ahead?" Dynaris nodded, her determination evident. "I'm ready.”