North American Dragons Novels & Stories

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

, I speak out loud. "We would need to make some hideout in the treetops so we could see how many dragons are coming to the middle. While we have a few groups in the East and West, just in case they want to take those sides out, the only option would be North.", I say.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

------------- --------------------- Eight months later . . . ------------- --------------------- "Aodh, could you please help Kira and Arthur get the kids settled down? Company will be here soon," Shamira half-shouted, half-sighed. Being a mother to a nest of little dragons was exhausting. Since defeating Jonas, four more eggs had hatched, giving her another Sea Serpent (this one a female), a female Horned Dragon from the Far East, a male Stone Dragon from the Rocky Mountains of the United States, and a male Quetzalcoatl from Central America.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

A little birdwatching, a touch of magic, and the path to Northfall would be clear. "Nero," I called out, my voice carrying across the wind, my gaze lifted towards the majestic crimson dragon soaring high above. In his current draconic form, he was a magnificent sight to behold, scales shimmering like rubies, wings spanning a vast expanse. Lately, he'd seemed rather fond of this majestic shape, neglecting his humanoid form almost entirely.

"Let me guess: Leon told you, huh, Jennifer?" Her cheeks tinted, and she toyed with the napkin in her lap. "Why does it matter who told me? Who lies about dragons, Soph?" Said woman sighed and rubbed her temples. Why would a dragon dwell in the Voiceless Mountains right in the heart of the Nightpoint City here in the Laera Kingdom? The Laera Kingdom was always dragon-free. Dragons are killed upon sight. All of them, members of the Knights Association, are dragon slayers. Well, except for her.

The illusionary scene Adrian’s group witnessed was a playback of the ancient battle between powerful beings against the evil dragons. After a fierce battle, the dragons were slain. However, their souls remained and the ancient beings could only seal them away. Nautica served as the core of these seals. If Nautica was destroyed, the entire Dragon Domain would be in danger as all the nine dragon souls would be released. Suddenly, everyone felt dizzy. In the next second, they returned to reality. Most of them could not shake off the images they had seen. The intense battle scene was deeply ingrained in their minds and left them awestruck.

All murmurs fall away into complete silence. Every dragon learns about the Nine: Supreme judges, dragons as old as time itself, born of the night, incarnate to devour the souls of misbehaving hatchlings. Also called Titans, they are believed to be the creators of our world, the heralds of destruction, marking the end of one reality to make way for the next. But as far as I know, nobody actually believes in the Nine. The idea of dragons so powerful that they can steal your soul from your body, draining you of your essence with a thought, is impossible and ridiculous.

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.