Narnia Dragons Novels & Stories

Then it dawns on them, crisp and clear, they’ve lost the clasp-Amira’s hair claps made of musgravite stone. ~~~ A full grown red-winged beast flying through the airy womb of sky and gliding through the mountains high and low meets with two other humongous dragons, one that can easily be identified as a rock dragon with the semi-stones covering its entirety while the other one, a desert dragon dominated by Khaki and four sharp horns that curves up to it neck. With the direction they are navigating, one can tell they’re off to the Kingdom of Hauraya. “Can you explain to me what happened?” Douman, the sovereign among the gold dragons, demands answer from his youngest daughter, Alianah, who just

I say. “I had no idea,” Flavius responds. “Alira plays a major part in dragon culture. Anyways back to the story, I was going to tell,” I laugh at myself for getting distracted. He nods, urging me to continue. "Thousands of years ago, before dragons or humans walked the Earth, there was a goddess, Alira. Alira was the goddess of war, fire, and wrath. Though she was powerful, she was also lonely and jealous; many of the other gods had created their own races to live on earth, such as the fae and the elves. Alira wanted the creation of her own. Thus, she made dragons. She was very proud of her creation, as the dragons were everything that the other races were and more; they were beautiful, str

Sarah’s mother glares at me while the two Elders – Alpha Jeremy and Alpha Griffin, stand up and greet Clyde and me. “It’s an honour to finally meet you, Your Highness,” Elder Jeremy smiles as he inclines his head. Clyde nods in acknowledgement. Dragons were considered one of the most powerful beings and meeting a Dragon king was considered an honour. “Why don’t we begin this meeting?” Dad murmurs, his eyes never wavering from us. I noticed the clench of his jaw and mom’s anxious gaze. Uncle Tristan had left. Ava sat in one of the chairs at the side while mom sat beside dad. Elias hovered near the window.

It was the last week before graduation and I didn't really see the point in going but I went and the only thing that was different was that Rylee wasn't there. Carson and JD still glared at us and I saw that they got their dragons too. I caught a glimpse of Carson's indigo dragon and JD's green one. He must be so pissed off that he didn't get a blue one since he was Carson's second in command. The look in their eyes said that they thought my own gray dragon were beneath them and I only smiled to myself with that realization.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

The dragons were here. “Now girls! It is time. Behave and everything will be fine” Of course, everything was not fine, it is as crazy as I had thought or even worse. A noise sounded above us and I looked upward to check what the noise was about. It was not about us. It was about the dragons. About ten of them were flying in the air. Building up flames from their throat but didn't bring out fire. It was one thing werewolves feared. It was the flames from the dragon mouths, that would clear out a whole land in minutes. And now it seems the dragons were choosing mates for themselves. Something that has never happened before.

Nat stood before a wide window, staring out at a rocky mountain range illuminated by a red and orange sky. In the distance, two dragons chased each other through the air, bursts of fire punctuating their attempts to char each other beyond recognition. Occasionally, one of the lumbering beasts would collide with the mountainside, sending a boulder or two tumbling into the valley below. While the red dragon seemed to have the upper hand at the moment, its elongated neck and sharp, black talons formidable, the smaller, more agile black dragon was able to thwart his foe by darting around behind him. Nat was secretly cheering for the black dragon as he could identify with its underdog position, b

Raven admits, after taking a deep breath making my grip around my mates tighten. “Together with Liliana, and her mates, we will bring balance back to, humans, vampires, werewolves, lycans, witches, fae, and dragons. It will be hard work, especially while fighting Dagon.” I reach down and pet Embry, as he moves to get comfortable in our laps, without hurting us. “Dragons?” Raven looks up at me with wide eyes, making Jonathan and I chuckle, as Embry laughs through the link.

He spoke in a deep, throaty voice, his words rumbling from his chest. “D—dragons?” she turned her face to look at him, terrified. “I—I am scared.” When his gaze met hers for the first time, he said, “Don’t be afraid.” It was a beautiful emerald green and all-consuming. Her breath hitched despite her tension. Meryl pulled her gaze away from him and focused in the front. She was sure they were taking her to eat her away. She looked at the dragon and was captivated by his strong muscled body and iridescent scales that glinted off the light.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp