Reading Dragon Novels & Stories

Klaus said answering my unsaid question, bringing in a bottle in his hand which hand whitish pink liquid, a tube-like straw coming out of it, slowly extending it toward the little dragon who purred like a cat and drank from it as if it would be drinking milk from its mother “this is dragon’s milk, we have a mother dragon that had her eggs hatch, but we can’t put our little one with her just yet as its hatchlings are older than our little one here” “There you are little one” Klaus said looking at the small dragon who was drinking as if its life depended on it, which it actually did since this was the first thing it drank since it hatched “you hold the bottle like this, and since it isn’t a mo

There were a few dragon keepers now, blessed and chosen by Drakora. Rheal got his Lycan inner beast at seventeen and found his dragon egg at eighteen. Dragons didn’t take too long to grow, three years and they were full-sized, with wagging long tails and wide wings to soar the skies. Hard to kill and as long-lived as their masters. Being a hybrid who carried great blood, Rheal was trained to control his strength and power. His father took a big role in that. And being the type to catch on quickly, it didn’t take him long to master the art.

she moved her attention to the other side of the plate, "These are dragons. And this here, what looks like a modest crown…." "Ok, honey, but what this all means? What is it?" Ethan was the first one to voice what everyone thought. Once she was back on the sofa, she spoke: "Roughly? A daughter of the dragon will tame the fire. And I'm pretty sure that fire here is not a literal fire." Everyone took their seats, still not understanding what this was all about. Kate and Richard were staring at Sarah long enough for everyone else to notice, so they looked at Sarah too.

I raise my shoulders at her. "You met him already? Who is it? Wait, I don't understand. That asshole cheated on you?" Jodie went from happy to murder in five seconds. "Jeez, relax. I guess, I did meet him. I have no idea who it is. My mother says that my dragon will tell me. She just hasn't spoken to me yet." I place my hands on her shoulders and pushed her out the door. "It kind of makes sense why your dragon hasn't spoken to you. We get our dragons young, so they learn and grow with us. At this stage, your dragon is still a baby. I think she still has to learn to talk I guess." I look at her in utter disbelief.

He shivered with fear but he said to himself, "I'm a legend I must kill the dragon if I don't who will do it!" He lifted his Lance, spurred his horse into the cave and pulled it to a dead tree. There before him, loomed the dragon. The dragon was ten times taller than him, it's scales were platinum and thought of as tabletops. Magenta flame, tinged with white, licked from its mouth and nostrils. It glared at Robert Mallow with green glowing eyes. "I'm ready," snarled the dragon. Robert Mallow gave another yell and spurred his horse straight at the dragon's, then he rode and went straight on the dragon's belly and struck his lance.

I yelped and patted it out quickly and held him tightly, trying not to run off this time. "The best thing to do is to also make sure you're the dominate one." Sylar told me. "Don't run off when he's mad at you and make sure to let him know you're upset at him." He pulled out a jar of a herb then. "This stuff is from the dragon realm. It's been hand picked by wizards and traded to our family. Mother dragons feed it to their young so that way the whole nest doesn't burn up when the hatchlings are playing and get mad at each other. We call this stuff D-T. It stands for Dragon Tamer. Bland isn't it?" He chuckled. "Heat this up on the stove with the milk, stir it well okay? Don't let it all colli

"Yes, I need your help in identifying a creature." The royal advisor looked at the king, confused, "A creature, your majesty?" "Yes. You two, show him." The mage showed the royal advisor the memory crystal. When he saw it, his eyes went wide, "I believe this is a dragon, your majesty." "A dragon? Aren't they a notoriously closed-off and secretive race that rarely leaves their territory?" "You are correct, your majesty. However, they do frequently leave their territory for trade with the elves or the Auhura empire. From what I can tell, I believe this could be just a child."

Thane Drogos "Have you ever wanted to ride a dragon?" I asked, wading in the deep water. I noticed how she eyed me, eyes darkening, desire present on her face. "I believe I already have." Evie raised an eyebrow, chewing on her lower lip. I laughed. God, I loved her. "Then how about this—have you ever wanted to be fucked by a dragon on a mountain of gold?" Her mouth dropped open, eyes widening as she put two and two together. "You're taking me to your hoard?"

Wynter giggled. We ate breakfast and Wynter seemed like himself. Echo slept a lot and Abeloth said that’s what baby dragons needed to do, they grew when they slept. I had called the Elders of Florida to inform them that Wynter had merged with his dragon and they outright laughed at me.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp