Novel & Cerita Novels About Dragons

“I myself wanted to discover the world of dragons … and how they live … and how they interact with each other and—“ “And from what the hunter has told you earlier—that’s ridiculous,” Larice interrupted. “Dragons are nothing but beasts that just burn everything alive.” “I have to disagree,” he said. “Because according to a famous chronicler, Antonio Gregor, who had not finished his writing about dragons because of his accident … may he rest in peace … Dragons live their own lives just as we humans do. They have their own culture and norms and religion.” “And why are you basing your make-up facts on an unfinished chronicle?”

Only Vertimon has books about dragons and from what she understood, he had gotten them from the old Demon king’s castle, the one her father had ruined while trying to save her mother from his brother, her uncle. There was no news or stories about the dragons except in the books and it was what made everyone believed them to be myth. Neither the wolves or vampires has ever heard about the dragons and she only got to know about them because growing up, she loved spending her time in Vertimon waters and so chanced upon the books. Even Vertimon himself had admitted not believing them to be real but since it was a book from the old demon king castle, maybe it was true, or maybe they are myth. And

“They were nothing like they are now, with their weaponry, and nuclear threats.” “So the war was between the other supernatural creatures?” I question, my eyes glancing around the room, taking in the treasures lining her halls. Priceless paintings hang on the wall, ranging from da Vinci to Matisse, even a few Chagall and Picassos hang on the wall. Human folklore was right about one thing apparently, dragons love their treasures and gold. “So stereotypical,” Chrys groans, shaking her head. “It’s not like I plunder villages to steal the townspeople’s gold. We just live long lives and collect lots of things. You would too if you lived tens of thousands of years.”

Chapter One: The Last Dragon (Drake’s POV) For centuries, they have hunted my kind. Once, dragons ruled the skies, our shadows stretching across kingdoms, our roars shaking the earth. But humans feared what they could not control. One by one, my kin fell—slaughtered by cowards who called themselves heroes. They carved our bones into weapons, melted our scales into armor, and told stories of their victories. Now, I am the last. Drake—the final dragon of this world. And they want to get rid of me too.

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

“Those scary looking, regal gigantic birds, with ginormous bar-like wings and heads like huge lizards clustered with horns and impregnable scales. They have long bard tails like armored horses, and sharp-clawed teeth that can rip you apart and chew your bones. They spit out volcanic fire that can devour a whole city. “Dragons are seen in myths and legends across different cultures across the world. From the great serpent Jormug of old nose, to evil Fafner slay in Iceland saga or the Loong of china that bring good fortune. The battles of kingdoms and the wars of knights and dragon-riders are seen all over history. Although dragons are gone for now, extinct from minds and times, legend has it

Filled with fire and volcanos as far as the eye could see. Until one day, when in every corner of the world, a blood-freezing howl was heard. No one knows how, but a great beast had made his nest at the top of the tallest Vulcano in Valaria. A dragon... It terrorized travelers for decades until a young prince from the southern kingdom set on an adventure to kill the beast. For years and years, no one heard from him and all assumed he was dead. Until the prince reappeared. Riding the dragon he tamed and bearing the flags of all the other kingdoms he conquered alone, building the empire of Valaria.

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.

It only illustrated an image of a dragon. She spun a few pages, then decided to read the entry book. Wanting to make sure that she wasn’t hallucinating or dreamt about seeing dragons. She ran her finger over the words on the first page. (If this book finds you, then you are a descendent of the mighty Apepi.) Catori span to the next page, feeling confused about who Apepi was and also wanting to know more, especially if Dragons were real. (Originating from the land of Britannica, Dragons are neither malevolent nor benevolent.

Making his way around the territory eventually he faced a large gates with dragons swirling opposite yet creating a spectacular vision of them being one. Legends say there was xenophobia amongst dragon kind but soon for their survival they learnt to coexist than simply be extinct. After realizing there is no difference in power, together they became formidable creatures although still loners, none wished to fight fire and ice. Entering massive unsure grounds, he made his way to the most unreal castle. He jumped back startled when the doors immediately opened. Entering what felt like a dream, his gaze was immediately and completely entranced by the most captivating paintings of dragons althou