Primitive Dragon Novels & Stories

That made Neo snort as he agreed with me. “That legend was started by my ancestors to keep the truth hidden. However, I would assume that Draxthi knows the truth if he’s holed up there. There are various types of dragons. The rarest and most powerful dragons are called Mystic Dragons. They were originally created by the union of a powerful elemental dragon and a powerful witch. The group of them, or thunder, was unique because the females of the lineage took after the witches while the males were dragons with access to magic. Mystics were highly sought after and hunted to near extinction. That area was where their sanctuary. It was hidden from outsiders. However, there was a traitor who desi

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

A human dragon hybrid that didn’t know if they were meddling in things that their dragon side opened the door to that their human side wasn’t meant to know. The thought crystallised with startling clarity, making her pulse quicken. "What if DragonCoin wasn't created by someone trying to expose dragons? What if it was made by someone like me who didn't know what they were?" Marcus's expression shifted from scepticism to alarm. "A dormant bloodline, awakening through technology instead of traditional means?" "It would explain the hybrid magical-digital approach," Xaihuang mused, his bronze eyes gleaming. "And the timing. If another Convergence bloodline began stirring six months ago..."

I knew that she’d be beautiful, but I hadn’t expected this. I didn’t have long to take in the glistening garnet color of her scales as she circled around Vega and her father. Vega’s dragon, a harsh dark contrast to Amelia’s. Abner growled at her, swiping his clawed hand against her flank. Flinging his daughter away from him with a roar. It had been too long since he’d shifted, and now it was taking him longer than normal. Amelia dove in. She wasn’t as graceful as Vega, but she was quickly learning her size as she dug claws into his body. Blood spurting in an arch through the air.

Good. Because so am I. I launch from the terrace. My dragon bursts forward with a roar that shakes the ancient stone beneath us. The wind tears across my scales as I climb rapidly toward the incoming enemy. Malrec doesn’t slow. He’s in his dragon form—larger than any I’ve ever seen outside the royal bloodline. Bigger than before. His scales are dark as storm clouds, and his wings cut through the air with terrifying strength. Fae enhancements. He’s not alone.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read A Baby for the Dragon. This book is a breeder kink one and has some talk of infertility with the main female lead but will result in a pregnancy for our dragon and his mate. There will be tons of unprotected sex and lots of dirty talk, the sex will be super graphic and if that’s not something you enjoy that’s okay. There are plenty of other books out there for you, just maybe not this one.

Tyron was taken aback, sensing the waves of power radiating from Adrian was clearly connected to dragons. "This is truly unbelievable. Even if someone were mimicking a dragon technique, it shouldn't generate such a powerful force," the Violet Rain Bird remarked, puzzled. Only Adrian could explain what was happening. Boom, boom, boom! The terrifying Dragon Punch slammed into the surrounding space with a resounding crash. The area shattered with a deafening crack, fragments scattering violently into the void as divine energy from the Prism Stone surged toward Adrian.

[Primus] The pale drakaina on the other side of the mirror blinks slowly at Orion, her movements delayed and her image shaking, as if it were cast in sand. She’s pale, like a moon dragon with the same dark hair and eyes, with a iridescent scale pattern along her ears, eyes, and horns that looks like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Her features, in our more typical bipedal form, are almost human soft, with full cheeks and soft rosy lips. If it weren’t for the perfection of her more draconic features and the spark of power behind her gaze, I’d make the mistake of thinking she is weak–one of the lesser hybrids with too much humanity bred into them.

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.

she asked, not wanting to believe it was possible, but she didn’t see any alternative either, what with the dragon being gone and having not taken off from the mountain behind him. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he said, folding his arms across his muscular chest again. “I’m Slate Everclaw. I come from a long line of shifter dragons. We used to occupy the land where your kingdom and the other eleven are now located, before we were robbed of our most precious treasure, one that allowed my people to withstand the human threats that were slowly encroaching on our lands. Without the gem, my kind cannot transform without the moon in the sky. So… we were forced to take to the mountains. We