Origin Dragon Novels & Stories

Dragomir! It originally belonged to the ancient dragon kingdom of Islandia. The dragons had gone in search of wisdom and power and they had found the heart of magic. The heart of magic made them wiser and stronger, causing them to prosper. She closed the book and paused deep in thought, she had no idea that it formerly belonged to dragons. The stories her father had told her did not include this part. She read some more, there were different clues on how it could be identified, where it was previously found. Raisel slept soon after, the book tucked under her pillow.

Wait… “Don’t tell me they measured my strength as a dragon?” I mumbled by myself. My mumbling gained a grimace from Clairmont. “What? You ARE a dragon, aren’t you?” I pulled my expression into a tight face. I… can’t really deny that anymore. I am a human, and ALSO a dragon. But… “…Will you believe me if I said that I was originally a human?” For a moment, he threw me a confused look. Then the next moment, his lips twitched a bit, bordering between wanting to laugh or not.

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

It was then that she remembered, "... You are a hybrid. No, more precisely, you are half-dragon." "Quiet!" She waved her hand at him to shut up and bowed her head again, hundreds of pieces of information filtered in her mind as she recalled everything about the Draconic species as a whole. Dragons were mythical creatures all born from the Dragon of Pride Tiamat, a divine beast at the same level as Asmodeus. From what she remembered, Blaze, Sol's mother, was one of Tiamat's most beloved children, as between all dragons, she was the closest to Tiamat’s element and origin.

Her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to hold herself together. “Don’t hold back, Maze. Let it happen, let your dragon guide you!” I called out to her, seeing her visibly struggling. She grits her teeth while trying to relax her body, trusting my words. Orange smoke swirls around her… making my eyes widen in shock. I’ve never seen an orange dragon before… I bet she’ll be beautiful. Before I know if she’s standing in front of me in her orange dragon’s form. She has bright golden eyes, and sharp wings like her father.

Zector inquired, intrigued. "This is Dragon’s Blood," Gunner explained. "I once dispatched tens of thousands of people to search throughout Dragoria, digging a hundred meters deep. Eventually, we discovered a Draco Vein and gathered one hundred drops of Draco Vein Essence over several decades." "And what exactly is a Draco Vein?" Zector asked. Before Gunner could respond, Bruno interjected, "Dragoria derives its name from the appearance of a divine dragon in ancient times. A Draco Vein forms at the site of where such a divine dragon passes away."

The creator of DragonCoin. As if summoned by her thoughts, the distant nexus of energy flared in her awareness, a spiralling storm of gold and blue that called to her with irresistible force. Within that storm, she sensed another presence, chaotic and frightened, yet fundamentally similar to her own. They don't understand what they've done, Sage realised. They're afraid.

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

I'm not crazy about everyone knowing that my powers, but I know that any ally of our pack is safe. Saige is going crazy in my head when I start smelling the most delicious smell. It smells like sandalwood and mint. I was lost in that scent when the most beautiful dragon I have ever seen lands in our wood line, lets off two children, and after getting dressed approaches us. The man is an Adonis! He has jet-black hair, the most gorgeous emerald green eyes I have ever seen, and he towers over me! The man must be close to seven feet tall! He's tall enough and wide enough to wrap himself around me at least a couple times. Saige keeps saying, "MATE! MATE! Move closer to mate!" I said, "I can't! He