Rankin Dragons Novels & Stories

Alexis squeals. I roll my eyes because, of course, she picks the shimmery pink dragon. These are real dragons, not shifters. I have no idea why they are so small. I was under the impression that dragons were huge. These five could literally sit on your shoulder if they wanted to. There is a pink one, which Alexis has claimed; one is yellow like the sun and has made its home in Jailynn’s lap, one is black, and Bryn has picked that one; one is the red, and Leah has taken to that one, and the last one is an iridescent white colour (almost rainbow) and is cuddling up to Daniylla. I guess they now have pets. There is a growl as the other animals in the house decide to come to check out the

The one with topaz scales was named Ortinbras, the one with silver scales was named Neceron, while the last one with pristine white scales was named Celtore. They were all women. When Ellaine asked about it Finrod said, “Contrary to chauvinistic views, no dragon is male. All of them are female.” They were grouped to each dragon. Ellaine and Yntreia went with Neceron. She eyed them both quietly and after sometime said, “I am glad to make acquaintance of the pixie Princess and a woman of great importance.” They exchanged courtesy but Ellaine was left brooding. Neceron’s remark about her being ‘of great importance’ added to the anxiety she felt with Yntreia’s prophecy.

His head moved to bow to me too, and I raced to return the gesture before moving forward. The same happened when I passed by Ryle—the smoky violet dragon, Rohan—the flaming red dragon, Aldric—the desert orange beast, Egan—the ochre behemoth, Elvira—with her white scales, and the twins, Kelan and Declan—proud of their metallic blue shade. They were all beautiful beasts I had the pleasure of knowing. They were all deadly too. Very deadly. I certainly don’t want to cross them in the future. I was so engrossed with their generous treatment that I only noticed the path to the stage already on the water. I was past the shoreline now and I was surrounded with water on both sides.

His jaw was clenched as he turned away from me and Sin stepped forward, lacing his fingers with mine. “It’ll be okay.” “You can’t promise me that.” I said, blinking my eyes to hold back the tears. Tears weren’t what was needed, I needed to be strong for my mates. For our flock. We followed Marcus into the living room, Louis was already there with two dragons that fit comfortably into the living room. It was strange to see him talking with two enormous fairytale creatures the way he was. His words were low and I couldn’t hear them. The large dark green almost black one dipped its head to him, its corn-flower blue eyes sparkled. It’s body bunched down before it launched itself into the sky, I

she whispered and then buried her face in his neck. The two dragons waited for a year for her to recuperate from the pregnancy and then started training her dragon. It was a difficult start for Meryl, but she had to know her feral form. Her dragon was a beautiful blue with azure spikes and azure wings. No one had such a beautiful dragon in Galdere. Whenever she shifted, it was a treat to watch and both her dragons would shift too.

A pair of bright green eyes glowed in the crowd of dark fabrics and leathers. Did all dragons dress like bikers or just these? I mean Lucian wore suits and ties, but the others wore a mishmash of different things. All in darker colors. Then there was Kaida, who dressed up like a pinup model. I scanned the room, looking for the dragon that was always with my sister. They weren't here and I wondered where they could be.

Fenrir POV. Listening to Dragus, the Dragon King, talking on the phone to Calvin, it takes everything in me to not rip the phone away from him and roar into the receiver. Dragus is not only the king of the dragons, but he is also one of the best trackers in the world. Dragons can pick up on and track scents hundreds of miles away. Similar to how a shark can detect a single drop of blood in the vast ocean. Once he has finished the call. He stands turning to face me with a sly smirk on his face. Over grown fucking lizard.

“Now girls, I am a Dhampir like you but, I am a little different. Do you know what a familiar is?” The two older girls nodded. “Well, I have a familiar,” Seraphina pulled the sleeve of her dress down to show them her marking. “Can you guess what it is?” “A Flutterby,” one of the toddlers shouted as she threw her hands up in the air. “A very good guess,” Seraphina lightly tapped her on the nose. “But not quite-“ “-A dragon!” one of the older girls gasped as she stared at the markings. “Yes, very good. So, I am going to shift into my dragon and you are going to fly home on my back with the others. Now my dragon is very big but, she’s very kind and gentle so, you don’t need to be scared, okay?”

Vinlot gently took Hana's hand and asked, "What happened? Why did you come into contact with orthodox dragons?" Hana slowly tells Mrs. Vinlot about professor Norma's owner's magic, and he forces Hana to go to the Rankle clan's black castle. Then the meeting with the red-bearded dragon and Jackson appeared and helped her escape and return to Scott Hall. After Hana finished speaking, Vlaire squealed, "What? You went to the Rankle clan's black castle. Oh my god, I feel so lucky that you survived to return. Do you know that the Rankle witch clan is the strongest force in this Quansi land? The division of Quansi into four continents with QuansiA, QuansiB, QuansiC, and QuansiD is all their decisio

It was the place where she felt she belonged, now and forever. "You know, in old times, and I mean old times like before my parents… Middle Ages, and even before that, there was a handful of cases when dragons were mated to other species. Plus, there is something about pure dragon couples that makes them infertile for the better part of the century. That's partly the reason why there's so little of us in the world. And most of the living dragons are now very old. Some of them never had kids…