Op Dragon Novels & Stories

They are a blend of all those who came before. “If you don’t mind me asking,” I begin, embarrassed that I have to ask a question that I should already know the answer to, “What kind of dragons are you? What elemental gifts did you receive?” “I’m a storm dragon,” Orion reveals, a touch of blue lightning sparking at his fingertips. “Lightning, wind, and rain.” I nod, impressed. “I too have lightning, but my powers lean more toward fire,” I explain. Turning to Ursa I smile, “and yours?”

He kept it for a long time, but now, that must have been the reason he joined the revolution. The roars and screeches of dragons grew louder as the three reached the temple. The battle had destroyed almost all pillars and the granite slabs around. A strong blast of dusty wind blew everywhere as Ovylion, in his full form, rampaged against the other dragons from Seagrad, including Igryth. Ovylion’s body appeared as longer than any normal dragon. Possessing four wings with bodies of gigantic snakes had made the Lawdras unique in their Primal Form.

I state. “Well, then they aren't on her legs because she wears shorts all the time.” Dray points out. “They must be on her upper body. She never wears anything low cut and she doesn't show off her stomach.” Drake says. That would make sense, then. I tell them that until she shifts that these are only suspicions. I tell them that I doubt that her parents realized this and that she doesn’t know either. “Black crystalline opal dragons are rarely even mentioned when learning about dragons. Mainly because they are supposed to be a myth and since no one could ever prove or disprove the last one existed they get mentioned in the book but that is it.” I comment.

His master, Orkot, had once taught him a brilliant formation called the Dragon Trap Formation. The Dragon Trap Formation, contrary to its name, was not actually a formation used to trap dragons. Orkot had said before that there were thousands of different clans in the universe, and the dragon clan was the most powerful of them all. That was because the dragon clan was blessed with powerful willpower. They would never bow down to any other clans, which had done so in the past. There were even some clans that had special evil sorcery to control others, even capable of controlling their victims' spirits and consciousness.

Daerius is waiting in the hallway, a confused look on his face. “What is a Fight Circle?” He asks as we walk outside. “When a female dragon comes of age, males will fight to be their mate. Also, since female dragons are rare, when a female’s mate dies, the males are supposed to fight for her again,” I explain. “So Kailo fought to get you then?” He asks. I nod. “After I shifted into my dragon at 14, my father declared my availability. Kailo was the first to claim me, but then another man decided he wanted me too.”

“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

I asked in disbelief. “That's a dragon secret,” Drago said and I looked at him with a frown. “Our scales have healing properties of their own, among them are anti-inflammatory properties. That's why we don't seek medical help in our dragon form unless we're seriously injured.” “Wow.” I looked at the cup of tea and finished drinking it all. I felt much better and helped clean up the remains of dirty junk in the kitchen, then we went out as Connor came in with three birds holding leaves for contraceptive tonic.

Alicia decided she had to see if he was still conscious before determining if she could help him or not. One quiet step at a time, Alicia came upon the dragon. He was blue, purple, and green and his skin shone in the sunlight like oil. Being a girl who knew no fear, she carefully reached a hand out to touch him. After all, it was not every day that you got to touch a dragon, she thought. He didn’t open his eyes when she gently touched the side of his face. That gave her courage to examine him. Alicia had hopes to be a Doctor of Animals, but she knew that was just a dream. No one would take a woman seriously.

"I found you. I am Ao Shun. Dragon God of the Ocean. And you are my bride... Jin An." He leaned closer, lightly brushing his lips across the birthmark. Jin An's legs grew weak, her knees buckling. The dragon wrapped his arms around her, catching her as she collapsed. Lifting her into his arms, the door opened, a surprised fox and wolf stare at the scene before them. Their faces contort uncomfortably at the sight of the dragon holding a mortal. The room quickly started to thaw, drops of water sounding in the shocked silence of the three friends. Ao Shun growled, shocked at being caught "red-handed". Langshen started laughing, his hands waving in the air animatedly.

Kylie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all, Delores was speaking of dragons, beings that were so powerful that their mere presence in her world was enough to tip the scales of war. A dragon was not something that could be easily ignored, and she doubted that the entire world of Beastmen put together could even put up a fight when faced with a dragon. Besides, one of the greatest Beastmen clans had a dragon as their descendants; yet Delores was referring to them like she did insects.