Novels About Dragons Novels & Stories

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

’ I ask. I can’t assume. Dragons do have several animal enemies, one, in particular, loves the taste of dragon eggs – sneak-snakes. The huge snakes live in the areas where the dragons nest. I’m not sure if the dragons drew the sneak-snakes because of where they choose to nest, or if the area was already their home and it is just bad luck for the dragons. Either way, there are always sneak-snakes around the dragon nests. It’s another reason the silvers are standing sentinel. They won’t let the snakes get their queen. ‘Yes,’ Bymjym growls, blowing fire in his anger as we fly.

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

If Alira did not love those dragons enough to bestow an affinity unto them, then why should he. Lochness, being a proud black dragon and representative of the dragons without affinities, disagreed with these views, thus pitting the two friends against one another. Lochness wanted equality for all dragons regardless of their magical potential. He truly believed that one should not be judged by what abilities they are born with, rather the results they produce.

*Will* I open the book, revealing the vibrant illustrations of dragons dancing through the skies. “This one is about a dragon named Ember who learns to overcome her fears.” I begin to read, my voice low and soothing, aiming to pull both Frida and Kiera into the enchanting world of the story. “Once upon a time, in a distant land, there was a dragon named Ember. Unlike the other dragons, who soared through the clouds with confidence, Ember was afraid to fly.” I glance at Kiera, who leans in slightly, her eyes reflecting interest.

It’s a flaming bird. A phoenix. **I hope you’ve enjoyed Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon. This story will continue in Rise of the Phoenix, Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series.

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang

“In Akyaka’s realm of olden days, a dragon’s tale in twilight haze, From fiery mountain’s hidden space, an egg was stolen, a daring chase. Molten lava, wild and bold, birthed a dragon, stories told. Burning flesh, a bone dragon formed, crawling up, its wings adorned. Evil, born in shadows’ birth, in quest of kin, it roams the earth. Devouring souls, a desperate cry, villagers succumb, beneath the sky. A warrior bold, on fiery steed, with a horse of valor, matching speed.

I opened my eyes. “Did you see it?” Clairmont glanced at me as I glanced him back. “Yo,” I tilted my head and gave him a strange look. “How can a dragon that big live in this world?” “What are you talking about?” Why am I hearing that a lot these days? “Obviously because this world is bigger than them. It’s the golden balance, I tell you.” He’s starting to sound more like a game character. Then again, if the novel did become a game, what genre would it be?