Primitive Dragon Novels & Stories

Nya said. “Fair enough. Now, if you’ll excuse me….” Slate took a few steps backward into the fog, and before her very eyes, the human form before her shifted and grew. Nya blinked several times, not trusting her eyes. But it was true. Slate truly was the dragon. And now, in his large, threatening form, he turned around and stooped down for her to climb aboard.

The mystique power shot past Yik and dissipated behind him, leaving nothing but rumbling sounds. "Amazing!" Logan regarded Yik with intrigue. "The lord of Wolfort City gifted me this Cambrian Python. It can cleave anything and everything in the universe. Godtools have souls, and the soul of this Godtool is a mystique beast known as Cambrian Fish that can use water-type moves. Chrysopoeia Graders will be weakened against this. Armed with this Godtool and above this vast ocean, I have the advantage. Are you sure you want to fight me?"

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.

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.

However, with how Tohr was acting it was suddenly vital. I walked over to the purple lake in front of the cave and looked down at the shimmering water. A small dragon head looked back at me, it had two small pointed ears laid flat along the side of my head. There were a few small stegosauruses-looking spikes along my neck, but they didn't look sharp or pointy. However, the four spikes at the bottom of my tail looked deadly. Even with the shimmering of the purple water, there was no way to mistake the colors of my scales.

It was miraculous. A purple heavenly dragon with five claws lingered around Ding Hao's spine like a divine Dragon King. Its body was as thick as a giant cauldron, shining with a purple metal texture. Every scale was clear. The dragon's beard was swaying. It was exhaling purple flames, roaring and shaking the void. Ding Hao activated the energy of the Purple Emperor Jade in Stone to the fullest.

Sensing the death of his kin, the Earth Dragon emerged from the underground, rushing into the surface using its gigantic mole-like claws, and revealing his enormous body and the gigantic tower-like shell it possessed! The entire earth shook as spiderweb-like cracks emerged all around the immense behemoth surging out of the underground, the entire party was taking care of the smaller turtles, but quickly came to a stop as they saw the giant creature that had emerged! It resembled the turtles, but it was around five-time their size, with an enormous draconic head and a long tail filled with sharp spikes, ending in a mace-like tip filled with even more spikes.

I rose to my feet and staggered down the tunnel to the mouth of the cavern, feeling the wind raised by the dragon’s wings blow back my skirts and braid, whipping the stray hairs that had worked their way free against my face, and setting the pearls around my neck swaying. The dragon wheeled on a wing tip, and roared again, blowing out a shock of fire. He was breathtakingly beautiful, his scales grading from white across his stomach, green gold, to the rich gold of the treasure pile behind me. The spikes that ranged along his back held threads of orange through them. Like the sculptures of lions in the castle, his head was square jawed and regal, and his legs muscled, and claw tipped. His win