Own Pet Dragon Novels & Stories

I kept it to myself, attending to my pet dragon in my little tower. Brontes, my fierce young dragon who is the only dragon in the kingdom had let me sit on his back a couple of times. He took me to the sky, flying low to enjoy the warm breeze but high enough to taste the peacefulness of the hellish terrain. It may seem meaningless but I was loving our little getaways and Armand was letting me have my time. The most important thing was I feel safe with my dragon. We have bonded closer throughout the weeks.

Most of the dragons were sleeping, except for one: the largest, most ferocious of the bunch. My dragon. Igantius. He was large and foreboding, with leathery wings and dark red scales. His eyes glowed as he saw me. Despite his terrifying appearance, Iggy was a big puppy dog when it came to me. I took my time greeting him and scratching his scales. I started saddling him up to ride when I heard a voice from behind me. “He’s a special dragon.” It was Esmeralda. “He’s a magnificent beast,” I said, turning to face her.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

Wynter giggled. We ate breakfast and Wynter seemed like himself. Echo slept a lot and Abeloth said that’s what baby dragons needed to do, they grew when they slept. I had called the Elders of Florida to inform them that Wynter had merged with his dragon and they outright laughed at me.

They were going over the plan again for the second time. “You are certain the king has a real-life elder dragon?”, Dragomir asked still in disbelief. “Yes, he does, locked in a cage and chained. A private pet…”, Esmeray answered, “He has an obsession for dragons and loves to have them by his side as a show of his strength”. “Pathetic”, Dragomir spat. Raisel appeared to be thinking, "That would explain this kingdom's unnecessary obsession over these creatures"

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.

Kiri said, her eyes flying wide, spinning her head to face Smarluuten, “You have a fully grown pogona?” “I do,” Smarluuten nodded, his smile widening as a five-foot tall, spikey form of a lizard came to a stop, its large head outstretched toward the drakken, the beast’s chest was puffing in and out loudly from the effort. “Now it will become the high blood’s pet and mount,” he added, scratching the beast on the soft fleshy part under its chin, as he did the lizard let out a soft clicking sound in response.

Little treasure pouted as she closed her eyes; she slowly entered a meditative state before mind linking with Chris “Daddy, little treasure wants to see a dragon too.” Chris pursed his lips “Daddy cannot promise. Dragons are not pets nor can they be tamed; they do not listen to anyone but their friends.” “I can ask.” Big treasure too had entered a meditative state and communicated with his daddy and little treasure; he knew that he was careless when he whispered before. All his uncles and grandparents were practitioners, their hearing was better than the average person.

When we arrive, I fill Bastian in on what happened during our visit to the arena and how we were helped by two dragons. “Two? I’ve never seen a dragon and you got to see two?” “Yes, one was green. I met him. His name is Avani and he’s the Earth dragon. He’s the one that Ishir, the tiger I told you about, knew. But there was also a red one, the fire dragon.” “Whoa!” “Yeah, it was impressive.” “Are they as big as houses?” Bastian eyes are bright. He’s as excited about seeing a dragon as I was.

Deep, aching loneliness that I recognized because I’d carried it myself for so long. “I tried to pull you to me earlier but was pushed back by something strong and cold. Some sort of magic … I knew I had to try again, only harder. Oh, did I tell you what I am?” He was bouncing slightly now, excited. “I’m an arctic dragon, except my mom was a golden dragon, so I am an Arten Dragon?” He laughed at his own joke, the sound filling the warm space around us. “Haha, I made that up."