Own Pet Dragon Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, her father wiped the corner of her lips that were smudged with fruits. “Hey, hey, hey. Was it true? There was a black dragon that appeared on the Southern Region and destroyed the huge mine of mana stones? And there was a purplish-black flame?” Lorenzo asked in quick succession. “Eh, you had a dog?” He asked in surprise when he saw a puppy that laid under Minerva’s high chair, “Wasn’t this dog breed a native from Adira’s empire? You got it from her?” “You asked too much.” Santi said as he ate a mouthful of pancake.

Oh—okay. “You’re not keeping them in our room, by the way,” Caleb tells me as we walk out. “Well, until I find them a home in Hell, yes I am,” I reply. “I don’t want demon creatures running around in our apartment,” he groans. “Don’t look at me like that, dragon.” I glance down to see Dragon’s tiny head peeking out of my pocket, and he is totally doing the puppy-dog eye thing on Caleb. It’s so, so cute.

The smell of cigarettes, cold ashes and musty clothes had already eaten into the mortar. But all that faded as soon as the eyes fell on the large cage behind the door, out of which small, insane eyes stared out as if they wanted to hypnotize me. They belonged to a lizard-like body. The head with the little button eyes was just as scaly as the legs. The rest of the body is covered with elongated fur in beige. The neck seemed too long for the body. Although it was barely larger than a rat, it had the appearance of a small fur-covered dragon. Lacerta proles. There's this guy who keeps a pillicula as a pet.

Sighing, Sophia hooked her knotting hair behind her ear and asked, "Well, what's your name?" The dragon raised his head and said, "For now, you can call me Eli.”

“It’s as big as my hand! Dragons are larger than houses, they breathe fire –“ “He’s a very rare, very small breed of dragon,” I inform the Prince, squaring my shoulders and trying to bring a little dignity to our pet. “They’re very special, and native only to that little patch of sea coast. Honestly, Prince,” I say lifting my chin in disdainful critique, “I thought you’d make more effort to know more about the flora and fauna of your kingdom.” “I tend not,” he murmurs, looking ahead, “to bother myself with creatures that I could flick away with one finger.”

I found him in one of the underworld lost caves when I went looking for a sacred weapon ,I didn't expect to see him there that day ,he was the guardian to the cave I wrestled with him on that faithful day but at last I tamed him, he was impressed with my strength and accepted to be my loyal pet dragon, and has been my help in many tough battles ever since then , i love riding off on his back ,it makes me feel so powerful,and gives me the perfect exit after every fight .

Orion lands with a murderous snarl, crouching above her head on all fours, wings spread to their full, menacing breadth, splayed out like a bloodthirsty threat. Darla lands on all fours just mere inches in front of the dragon and leaps agilely backwards, just in time to avoid the jet of shimmering blue-green fire streaming from Orion’s maw. Darla lands deftly on the ground on two human feet, transformed back once more. A mischievous little grin graces her features, beautiful and undaunted even in the face of a massive dragon. “So,” she says, cocking her head. “Orion will be your partner for the day, then.”

He lowered his head so I could pet him. "It's my turn," the head with the green and blue scales pushed Cyclonus out of the way. "And I am Drizzle The Raindancer and, as my name suggests, I am a water dragon." He leaned in and barely used his snout to touch my cheek. "You kissed her?" One of them shouted. The three went into a quarrel about equality when I noticed the smallest head peeking out of the shadows. "Hello there," I called to him. "Don't you wish to introduce yourself too?" His red and orange scales seemed to burn hot from the distance. I didn't need to ask what kind of dragon he was.

They connected through their animals telepathically. A red dragon lay by the edge of the springs, his claws digging into the soft grass. The dragon glanced at Vikter, his gaze filled with surprise. “Vikter,” said his cousin, Drayken. “Drayken. How are you?” Vikter asked. His dragon urged for another flight, but Vikter waited. Drayken’s eyes narrowed.

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”