Primal Dragons Novels & Stories

"Nothing to worry about." "Ok..." Aria breathed in relief then gasped in disbelief as Prime Johansson suddenly burst into flames that raged out getting bigger and bigger then gutted out to reveal a might red dragon, that stretched its wings and beat the air, lifting off with great effort into the sky and letting out a mighty roar. "Bloody hell!" Kahlia exclaimed. "It never gets any less amazing to witness." Abram said, folding his arms with a proud smile. Next was Prime Evans who transformed with a tornado of inky blackness to reveal a huge black dragon that pierced the night with its sub-sonic screech as it lifted into the air and joined the fire dragon in its hovering.

After a thunderclap, the phantom of a fire dragon over 300 feet long coiled above his head. The masked burly man, who had been preparing to attack, looked up and his expression changed drastically. It was as if he had seen his natural enemy. This also surprised Chase somewhat. Could divine dragons actually counter this thing? That did not seem quite right! Klondike was an existence that could contend with the 12 Primal Treasures. Even if Ancestral Dragon himself came, he would only be equivalent to one of the 12 Primal Treasures. His Unbridled Double Divine Dragon could currently only summon a fire dragon phantom one major realm higher than his cultivation level. If it could match the oppone

Prime's creations. "They're using absorbed essence as soldiers!" Meredith realizes. "Every dragon they've killed, weaponized!" The team fights constructs made from murdered dragons. It's horrific. Each enemy is someone who died screaming. But they push forward. Through the outer defenses. Into the monastery itself. The interior is vast. Halls lined with artifacts. Rooms filled with stolen dragon treasures. Centuries of genocide on display. And at the center, a massive chamber. Prime sits on a throne made of bones. Dragon bones. Thousands of them.

One of them shoots up in a burst of fire, that quickly cools, their hair suddenly flashing from blonde to flames and ending with a wave of ashy gray locks. "Wow!" Ona snorts, "You're like the original Carnelia. Your entire brood is something else. Do you have no duplicate abilities in this group? Something boring like an Earth Dragon?" Primus rolls his eyes. "No, obviously they take after their mother's side of the family. We even have a moon and shadow dragon in the mix." Ona finds this so amusing it takes her a few minutes to stop giggling. "And you two were trying to make more? You already have your hands full. Here let me help you."

I could feel something moving through me, an attraction that I hadn’t felt before. Sure, he was tall, dark, and handsome. His cheekbones were high and his body looked like something that had been molded by the gods. It didn’t explain why a part of me wanted to lay my head down against him. To rub my cheek against his scarred chest, press my lips against those four ragged lines. “I’m a dragon and I've claimed you as my mate.” I didn’t say anything to him, I didn’t know what that meant. A dragon, that I was his mate. How was I supposed to respond to that?

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.

Dude #2 yelled back suddenly. “Guys, we have no choice, we either do this or die when we go home, and if we run.. he’ll find us” dude#3 said. Unable to handle the truth of what awaits them, he started walking away from the other guys. ‘Sapphire, what are these guys?’ I asked my dragon, uncertain of their different scents. ‘That’s a delta dragon, gamma dragon and warrior dragon. That gamma dragon is the highest ranking one, deltas are like healers and warriors are obviously warriors,’ she laughed at me, making my fists clenched slightly.

The Hall of Sacrul rumbled with the low growl of dragons. Fourteen great beasts sat in their true forms around a dais made of deepstar stone, a mineral said to have fallen from the bones of dying stars. Each dragon revealed its true form in silent contest, the weight of their might pressing against the air. Heat shimmered between them, an invisible storm of pride and restrained carnage.

It's a beautiful sight. "Wow," Arianna lips hung. Brigid cleared her throat continuing to read. "Pyrrhos, by contrast, was a realm of fire and might, governed by the Dragon Goddess Drakora. Her chosen, the Ouroboros, bore crescent marks on their necks, with silver hair and eyes as bright as molten flames. These warriors commanded the power of fire, bonded to majestic dragons who soared through blazing skies.” Arianna heart stopped. What the hell?!