Saphira Dragon Novels & Stories

She felt her anger rising. "Calm down, love," Clara whispered, kissing her on the cheek. "HIM who?" Kira asked. Shane sighed, then looked at Shamira. She nodded reluctantly, so he continued. "Shamira seems destined to become the living incarnation of an ancient and very powerful dragon who grants his power to vampires every now and again when the world is in a time of great peril. That person inevitably faces severe trials before they come into their full potential, but even a little of the Shadow Wing's power is beyond most peoples' comprehension."

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

Very soon at that. "Zephyr." She sang in her enthralling siren voice that reached out to caress my skin. The hall was becoming too hot and i felt like i would explode if she called my name one more time. I had heard of the true Sirens. We called them Enchantresses. Birds of the air and oceans with skins that lit up like stars depending on their moods and voices used to lure and trap their preys in the ocean right before they fed on them and killed them. They were feared for their ethereal beauty and their abilities to compel even the Fae without even trying. It went without saying that Fae compulsion never worked on them. They were creatures of freedom,like us dragons,and they were hated for

he growls, and my eyes widen. Fear coils through my body, and I gulp before nodding. "You are correct. I am of no value to him. The dragon who has her prefers the north side of the realm. His name is Dagahra. He is blue and vicious...I...please tell him I am sorry. I did it to save my sister. But it turned out to be a trick. Dagahra killed my sister almost a year ago. He has been lying to me. I hope you all save Sara. I didn't want this. My people hate war and death. We prefer life and nature. Most dragons are destructive monsters, but a few are nice. If you do save Sara...apologize to her for me, please. I believe her and I could have been friends if our situation was different," I whisper,

“I don’t believe any blue Slayer has managed to take control of a Kraken. Their abode is also too deep for the sound of any conch shell to reach. We—” Sasha was struck by a paroxysm of pain. “Sasha,” Aki said, “what’s wrong?” Sasha had doubled over gritting his teeth. Sweat beaded his forehead. “No no no no no,” Sasha muttered. “Not now.” “Are you all right?” Temujin asked. “No, I’m not,” Sasha said quickly, one of his eyes changing color from blue to a vertical green slit, making him look dicorus; two-pupiled. “I think the Kamu-wani dragon is taking over.”

The dual element wielder gathered her magic to her feet letting her stand firmly on the ground despite the shaking of the earth. When the dragon emerged from the forest, Sophia was beyond awestruck. The only dragons she had ever met was Elijah and Gregory. And yet they were tiny compared to this one. Where Elijah was black and the epitome of darkness and fire itself, this dragon’s scales were elegant and shimmering in gold under the rays of the sun. It halted a few feet in front of her with its golden eyes seemed to bore into her soul. ‘Lady Sophia Laera,” a male voice boomed coming from the dragon.

His eyes were wide opened but still looked like an abyss. And then it happened. Fiery wings sprang free from his back, first releasing a wind wave that rustled the leaves on the trees and quivered the grass. People started screaming, and Sarah saw in her peripheral vision that some of them were running away, probably as far away as possible, and that made her chuckle involuntarily. They were getting ready to go after a couple of dragons, and here they were, running from the first sight of a supernatural occurrence.

And he wanted to see her Dragon, the giant dragon, with different colour of eyes. "Ahhh!!" She screamed again, so much louder than before. Bone cracking echoing the whole atmosphere with the painful sound, Angelina watched in terrify. The scream stopped, and she shifted into a giant Golden Colored Dragon, having a face of camel, the horns of a stag, the eyes so beautiful of hot green colour, the body of a snake, the scale of a fish, the hair of a lion and the talons of a hawk. Her feet were of a werewolf. She has the half body of a wolf. She was so giant that she covered the whole backyard with her body. Her head touching up the sky. As she looked down at everyone. Everyone was scared and am

I need some fresh air. I fall down on the ground. The pulling is getting worse. It feels like my arms are being pulled from my body. I screamed, but the scream didn't sound like me. I look at my hands and I see that it is changing. There was flapping above me. I look up and see the most magnificent dragon in front of me. It was the biggest dragon I have ever seen. It started to change right in front of me. I see King Ate in front of me. The last I heard was "mate" before the darkness took hold of me.

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.