Primal Dragons Novels & Stories

Amelia POV Lord Wong was in a hurry. We went down three floors of garage space and turned into another tunnel. Next lift went deeper underground about hundred stories or so deep. We had several dragons here, and at times even the First Dragon would go to the Caves as we called them. The expansive space could easily accommodate about 100 dragons at the time, although I have never seen as many in one place. There were two juveniles with us, waiting to meet their made human. See, an interesting thing about dragons - they could be born/made three ways. The rarest dragons and most powerful are those born of two dragon shifter parents. I heard of some in the existence, but never met one. The pureb

It wobbled a little, them being fragile. “You need to put them over a fire until they hatch. It’s a good thing we came with an elder to bless your child, he will also perfume another ceremony for the dragons. It is rare, we only have two in our whole kingdoms. We refer to them as the pure ones. These are just dragons. They will hatch when they are mature and they will grow over the years. They are strong and indestructible. What one of us can do in our dragon form, they can do it a hundred times over. They are very powerful.” Drakko explained, still not believing it himself. No one uttered a word after that, just staring at the baby then the eggs while trying to digest what they had just hea

------------- --------------------- Eight months later . . . ------------- --------------------- "Aodh, could you please help Kira and Arthur get the kids settled down? Company will be here soon," Shamira half-shouted, half-sighed. Being a mother to a nest of little dragons was exhausting. Since defeating Jonas, four more eggs had hatched, giving her another Sea Serpent (this one a female), a female Horned Dragon from the Far East, a male Stone Dragon from the Rocky Mountains of the United States, and a male Quetzalcoatl from Central America.

shifted when Miracle appeared Bryan jumped back because she was huge. He looked at me with amazement in his eyes , She’s solid white with Purple Scales that look like crystals , my tail has a purple flame just like Faith and Legacies does, I breath or fire out water and Ice, I’m the keeper of ICE in the Dragon world Daddy is the Keeper of Fire and Justin is the Keeper of Air and Bryant is the Keeper of Earth , since my parents had 3 children daddy held the title until either they next generation of Royal Dragon’s are born, that means that mine, Justin and Bryant’s first four children will be the Keeper of FIRE, ICE, AIR, and EARTH when turn 16 and get their dragon counterparts my parent th

I say. “I had no idea,” Flavius responds. “Alira plays a major part in dragon culture. Anyways back to the story, I was going to tell,” I laugh at myself for getting distracted. He nods, urging me to continue. "Thousands of years ago, before dragons or humans walked the Earth, there was a goddess, Alira. Alira was the goddess of war, fire, and wrath. Though she was powerful, she was also lonely and jealous; many of the other gods had created their own races to live on earth, such as the fae and the elves. Alira wanted the creation of her own. Thus, she made dragons. She was very proud of her creation, as the dragons were everything that the other races were and more; they were beautiful, str

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

a world of dragons. It was the night of the gala celebration of my company's expansion when my strange sightings became real and for the first time in a very long time... I felt scared; fear ...that emotion I never felt in over a decade now took control over me.. An emotion I had long forgotten to feel, now wrapped around me like a death shroud. I never thought one day I would meet a dragon, let alone become the mate of one... the last dragon prince was my mate. He entered my dreams first; deep seafoam eyes with hints of emerald and black invaded my dreams, claiming me.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

"Well, no. I have no idea what color dragons are. For some reason it just never occurred to me that they would be purple." Now his firm chin rises in a jaunty manner. "We are defined by the striking colors of our dragon scales. This identifies our family line even though only four mature male dragons remain. I'm the last of the purple dragons." His eyes go black again as his suffering reaches clear to my soul. Even my wolf whines softly. He's such a disturbed man with so much pain held tightly inside. I wish he would cry again so I could pull his head to my breast. He needs to let the pain escape.

Her opalescent scales shimmered in the moonlight as she glared up at me. 'I am only a hatchling in this realm. My soul has been around for a very long time, taking the form of one familiar or another, but you are the first to be worthy of my true form.' Her true form? The egg shifted once more, and more of the shell cracked and fell apart until there stood a tiny dragon. She spread her wings, flicking her spiked tail back and forth at the remaining shell before once more looking up at me. She was beautiful. Covered entirely in shimmering opalescent scales, small horns pointed backward off her head as she raised it back up to look up at me, causing the spines running the length of her back to