Reading Dragon Novels & Stories

Elena or the dragon? A/N

They connected through their animals telepathically. A red dragon lay by the edge of the springs, his claws digging into the soft grass. The dragon glanced at Vikter, his gaze filled with surprise. “Vikter,” said his cousin, Drayken. “Drayken. How are you?” Vikter asked. His dragon urged for another flight, but Vikter waited. Drayken’s eyes narrowed.

"When my family came into power, we used our magic to create three more from that one dragon. That was our limit. It died many years ago but those dragons we created, thrived." "So, Elyx, Dreygor, and one other?" "Precisely. Now, I think that your dream is telling you that a dragon is waiting. You should claim him." "Me?" Naomi exclaimed. "No, I can't! How does one even claim a dragon?" Daegal roared with laughter. "It is not as bad as you think, love. It is otherwise a simple process. Meet the dragon, bond with it, claim it." "What if I can't bond with it?" Naomi asked further.

Lydia threw away the little towel and reached down to hold the dragon. The dragon was roaring and Lydia could feel the pulse in his veins. Are you excited for me, little thing? Lydia couldn't help but work the dragon up and down. He got more excited, and he got harder and bigger, as if a volcano was about to erupt inside him. Lydia's mouth felt dry and she gulped. Somehow, she didn't let go of her hand. In the quiet of the night, her hands moved faster and faster, and the dragon roared uncontrollably, every vein in him spurting, every inch of him burning.

Zach asked, confused. Draco transformed into a medium-sized dragon and lowered his head so Radcliff could climb onto his back. Radcliff climbed agilely while Zach climbed onto Draco's back awkwardly. Draco snorted hot smoke from his nose and grinned widely in his dragon form. Then in a matter of seconds, he was already on his feet and flying through the sky, heading for the deepest areas of the Barnabas Kingdom. "Whoaaaa! Amazing! I ride a DRAGON!!!!” Zach exclaimed enthusiastically, for it was the first time he had flown on a dragon's back.

he said calmly. Satisfied, Tamera nodded and turned back toward Lance. “Now the dragon comes.” Lance made exaggerated stomping sounds as he pushed the dinosaur across the carpet. “The dragon approaches the kingdom,” he said in a deep, dramatic voice. “He is very large. Very dangerous. And—” “—very hungry,” Tamera added helpfully. Lance grinned. “Yes, exactly. Very hungry.” She leaned forward, completely absorbed in the story. “What happens now?” Lance shrugged.

*Will* I open the book, revealing the vibrant illustrations of dragons dancing through the skies. “This one is about a dragon named Ember who learns to overcome her fears.” I begin to read, my voice low and soothing, aiming to pull both Frida and Kiera into the enchanting world of the story. “Once upon a time, in a distant land, there was a dragon named Ember. Unlike the other dragons, who soared through the clouds with confidence, Ember was afraid to fly.” I glance at Kiera, who leans in slightly, her eyes reflecting interest.

A water serpent would become a dragon if it caught the dragons pearl falling from heaven. If he would clutch an orb known as dragon pearl, which is said to grant it's bearer omnipotence. Only a dragon with four claws could possess an orb and lesser three-clawed dragons lacked the opposable thumb to hold onto it. If only he could get it he would have the ability to create things, making him a higher creature compared to Fox and wolves who were considered lesser entities.

The animals run and fly around the room before dissolving. Taran smiles, “Can you make a dragon?” I smile, “I will try.” I think about Taran in his dragon form. Finally, I push out the ball of pink smoke from my hand as a dragon forms. It flies around the room and exhales pink smoke. I hold out my hand, letting it land on me. Taran sticks out his finger to touch it, only for the dragon to snap at him. “I’m sorry,” I quickly say while dissolving the dragon by waving my other hand.

He could not afford to lose her. ***** Anya Carefree Anya reached the hill. She couldn’t see or hear anyone. There was only silence. “Dada! Dada! Where are you?” She walked carefully through the overgrown bushes around her. Anya knew no fear. She had heard of snakes and scorpions here but she had already seen and slept with bugs of various sizes inside her tiny shanty.