Sci-fi Dragon Novels & Stories

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

Its electric blue eyes seized me on the spot. I completely forgot about Veylor, enthralled by the dragon’s form. It was larger than any dragon I had ever read about. It was a creature I’d never imagined could be real. It seemed too immense for even a magical realm. It took me a heartbeat to understand: this dragon wasn’t born of flesh. It was born from him, from the current of his Core. This dragon would be alive as long as he was alive. Its light was blue, intense and pure, and it pulsed like a living being as it rose to meet the sun.

Elena or the dragon? A/N

I opened it and noticed the printing was only on a few pages it was no longer blank like it was earlier, maybe magic decided I needed to read the red one first. I shrugged as I sat back down and read the four pages that were available. they all basically said that dragons can be born from humans but if they are from an egg that the mother decides when the egg hatches. If they want a dragonkin in the near future it can be done but if they want to wait? well it says mother can keep that egg safe without every worrying if it will spontaneously hatch. I did find a small paragraph on female dragons that said they are celestial beings and the male dragon only has to wish upon a star and his dragon

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.

I thought I saw a tail slithering in the darkness and I blinked again to try and clear my mind. I watched as the echoes made it hard to distinguish where the sounds were coming from and I could swear I heard something whisper Chase’s name. He had heard it too and he peered into the darkness. “Show yourself beast,” Chase commanded sounding a bit like Lucas. “Are you afraid boy?” the dragon hissed. “I’m not afraid of you beast,” Chase said and I almost laughed. “Your wish is my command,” the beast said. I saw the movement from behind the throne as the dragon lunged and merged with him. Chase’s eyes widened and then he screamed clawing at his skin. He went down to his knees and he kept screamin

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

There, he had found something amazing. Long, long ago, even before vampires or wolves existed, there were two dragons, Syrax, the dragon of fire, and Silver, the dragon of water and life. At this time, about ten thousand years ago, demons from the underworld were attacking and destroying the world while the dragons protected the humans.