Natsu Becomes A Dragon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

On the day of the Dragon Bloodline Awakening at the Magic Academy, I became the laughingstock of the entire school. Lucia, the most popular girl in our year, awakened the rare Phantom Dragon, while my boyfriend, Miles, resonated with the noble Frost Dragon. As for me? My entire skin was covered in a thick layer of brown mud. I looked like a stray beggar. Pictures of my disastrous awakening were pinned to the top of the academy’s forum. The comment section was howling. "Covered in mud... definitely the lowest-tier Swamp Dragon!" "Oh my god, a Swamp Dragon Knight? Might as well be a normal person!" "Can she please wear a mask from now on? Just looking at her makes me want to throw up my dinner

How Draco missed everything about Astrid. Draco's chest felt tight. His vision was blurry with tears. An unbearable longing welled up in Draco's chest. "Astrid. Astrid. I miss you so much," Draco repeatedly said without realizing it. Only silence answered Draco. He wiped his tears and walked towards the lake in the cave. Draco completed his final assignment before leaving for the Centralis Capital in the Fortis Kingdom. He plunged himself into the lake, then stuck a branch of the Sacred Mana Tree firmly at the bottom of the lake's ground. The branch grew rapidly until it became a tree that poked slightly above the surface of the lake.

My gaze drifts toward the distant valley where the first faint glimmers of dragonfire appear against the night sky. They are close now. Very close. I imagine her among them. Seraphina. I remember the first time I heard whispers of her. The Madrigal girl who survived the tunnels. The girl who played music that could pull dragons from the sky. The girl Aurelion claimed as his mate. My fingers curl slowly into fists. She should have been mine. Not his. Never his. I could have taught her what that power truly meant. Could have guided it. Shaped it.

Mielle’s information helped a lot, because I too, had a bad feeling about the dragon who was about to attack Rustaval. Was this dragon, the one fated to bring Kuzan and Elfina’s beloved country to destruction? *** Clairmont and me were floating in the air. Not just floating, we were flying towards the direction of the source of all the chaos in Rustaval, a dragon. A mountain dragon, to be exact. I was quite struggling during our flight. I remember that one scene from a manga I read about a female lead being able to fly and was able to glide in the air for more than a hundred kilos per hour, yet her hair is still intact, and her face is still pretty and neat.

Lavina – POV I sat in the waiting room outside the dragon mate rejection cave, with Alice by my side for support. "Hey, it's not your fault," Alice, my cousin, whispered. "But it is. I can't provide my mate with a child. Keenan wants to sever the mate bond to find other women who can fulfill that need," I responded, wiping away tears. Alice gave my shoulders a reassuring squeeze, her eyes brimming with tears. "I'm a dragon healer who can't even bear a child. The priest said I was a great dragon healer and suggested I change to gain more power and happiness, as the Goddess of Dragons would wish. But here I am, unable to bear a child and saddened by the impending separation from my mate."

Smarluuten said with a nod, “And yes, both must agree on the potential name or the bond will not be completed in full.” ‘Great,’ Rex thought, ‘Another voice in my head.’ The idea of another in his head after having Fafnir there for so long made him feel slightly guilty. He missed the sulky dragon he had come to call friend and protector, and the feeling of another taking his place until he could figure out how to bring him back, made him miss his soul-bound dragon terribly. “Is something wrong with the bonding process high blood?” Smarluuten asked, his eyes focusing on Rex’s sudden change of facial expression.

He just laughs making Mitalonys growl. “Now why would that happen?” “Dragons don’t like being locked up,” I snarl. His eyes widen in shock making me smirk. “So, you’re a dragon then,” he growls and suddenly the room is empty. I yell in frustration and bang my fist against the door. Damn it Mitalonys!!! How could you tell him! I snarl, furious with my dragon for making me confess. He would figure it out eventually, besides, even though he knows you are a Fire dragon, he doesn’t know that you are a Fury dragon, he reasons.

"He protected me. He caught Seraphina trying to drug me and he stopped it. He’s a good kid." Nathaniel’s eyes darkened at the mention of the drugging, his jaw tight enough to snap. "He should have told me. I would have leveled that house by sunset." "And that’s why he told me instead," I said, placing my hands on his chest. "Nathan, I'm not a porcelain doll. I’m the Dragon. And today, I showed Mark Vance exactly what happens when you try to burn one of mine." Nathaniel stared at me, his anger slowly melting into that intense, soul-searing devotion I had come to crave. He pulled me into his arms, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

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