Realistic Lightning Dragon Novels & Stories

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

Lily's pov. Creed steps away; breathing deeply before I hear bones cracking, reforming, and taking shape of his dragon. Black smoke curls around him before he stands there in all of Hunter's glory, his beautiful black dragon. Razor sharp, clawed wings. He gives a big playful roar before nudging me with his big dragon head. ‘Get on our mate, now, Lily.’ Sapphire whispers in my mind. I take a deep breath, roll my shoulders telling myself “I can do this.”

he explained. Taurus still can’t even believe it. He blinked his eyes twice and again, glancing at Emily. The light in her palm was marvelous, yet it had a mix of fire elements. She’s burning as the light glows around her. "Defy me; no mercy will be given." Emily roared thunderously. "I’m no queen; I have the power." In just a snap, the light in her palm vanished. Her expression was blank; even her eyes were grim. She wore her dangerous smile at them.

She asks Loras while he still holds her in his arms, looking at the source of the light and taking small steps back. "You did it..." He answers. "What?" She asks again, confused. He points up at the sky and Astrid sees Dracos flying in circles above what looks like a head of a dragon forming from the light. The sun is almost down when the dragon fully emerges from the egg and the light dims down to nothing. Astrid watches in disbelief as two magnificent beasts fly above them. One playful and one cautions. "It's not a baby dragon?" She asks, looking around like this other dragon just happened to be around and the dragon that just hatched would be lost in the field's tall grass.

I feel Gemma shake, and I hear several gasps. “I knew it.” Travian states. I look around, and everyone is staring at me. I knew this was going to happen. I see Lymiria shift, and fuck, she is beautiful. Her red dragon has an iridescent appearance. I look over as I feel something rub against me. Drake and Dray are both rubbing up and down each side. They are obviously marking me with their scent, which is fine. Gemma rubs against them, marking them with our scent.

The whole mountain range can hear the loud thunder of the sky accompanied by bright blue which hits other parts of the forest and mountains which turn into fire when it hits but is also immediately extinguished due to heavy rain. A lightning bolt struck directly at the rain-soaked woman as she stood calmly, with hair as short as the hair of most men and with dark skin. It seems that she is just waiting for the lightning to strike, when the lightning strikes there is no fear in her actions or face. Its veins glowed in the body, and it applied its hands and slowly moved away from each other, as she moved away her hands from each other, a bright line with veins had as if it were dancing.

The Nanny started muttering, looking under the covers and in the wardrobe, but the mischievous child couldn't be found anywhere. "Lady Lisbeth will have my head if I've lost the little shite again, Ragnar!" The heavyset woman left the room, deciding to try the library, hoping she'd have more luck there. As soon as the door closed, the ceiling shimmered, and the golden dragonling landed lightly on the floor. Ragnar Delgaard was a confident child. Despite the war that raged on between Dragons and werewolves, he would still venture outside to play in the orchards or breathe in fresh air-much to his mother's dismay. Today he had a sneakier objective in mind.

she asked looking Linny straight in the eye This question ignited so much rage in Linny that she was out of her clothes in no time and barred her canine at Phyna who whimpered and ran behind Damian to take cover. Although her wolf couldn't speak , she was not going to let anyone lesser than her direct master disrespect her. She held her gaze at Phyna until she was sure that she had gotten the memessage. Linny's wolf had brown fur with some streaks of black. Damian looked down at the floor and found a glint of white fur so shiny and bent down to pick it up. Phyna by this moment was already pissed off by the fact that be would not say anything to Linny in her favour.

Kailo shifts quickly, his clothes ripping, and his body increasing in size. In seconds, Kailo becomes a large orange-red dragon, with a muscular form and short, powerful wings. “He’s not a Fury,” I mutter in realization. One of the guards nods. “Lyza and her uncle are the only Fury dragons that anyone knows of.” I hear a cry and see Lyza on her hands and knees. Her face is twisted in pain as her bones move and rearrange themselves. Her skin slowly becomes black and scaled, and her limbs bend into clawed feet.

I said to him as I opened the drawers of the desk. “That’s awesome!” he said loudly. “How old are you Link?” I asked him. “Eighteen Sire,” he said to me. “Well I’m nineteen so call me Ryder please,” I said and he smiled again. “Sure thing boss,” he said and I laughed as I shook my head. “What dragon do you have?” I asked him. “Violet,” he said proudly. “You should’ve been able to lay claim to the lair yourself and kill Andrew,” I said to him.