Shooting Star Dragon Novels & Stories

***** As Astrid and Phoenix found themselves enveloped in the warmth of the shower, the steamy tendrils of water swirled around them. Astrid's eyes traced a path down Phoenix's back, following the mesmerizing lines of a majestic black dragon tattoo that adorned his skin. The dragon's head was a focal point of the tattoo, its features fierce and noble. Eyes that seemed to follow Astrid's gaze held an otherworldly intelligence, while its sharp fangs hinted at the creature's primal nature. Its neck arched gracefully, giving it a regal posture that commanded attention. From the powerful shoulders down to the tapered tail, every contour of its form spoke of strength and resilience. The artist had

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab

They’re afraid, she realized, gasping. Tears stung her eyes. “I’m here. I’m here, my stars. I won’t let them reach us.” From above, a dragon roared again—Drakonios in full wrath. She looked up just in time to see him dive, fire gushing from his maw, burning a clear path through the center of the swarm. Shadowcreatures screamed and disintegrated mid-leap. Drakonios landed with a quake that split the earth, his claws dragging flaming arcs through the enemy’s ranks.

A male's cock sheath is his only vulnerability in dragon form. From the corner of my eye, I see Henry running and leaping over burning bodies. With a large club in his hands, he launches from the stairway and somehow manages to land on Drakon's back. It's my chance. Drakon spins and tries to dislodge him. I charge in low and avoid his tail. My forward momentum allows me to slide the last few feet to try to get under him.

Cassian looked up sharply. “No…” A shadow passed over the bridge. Luna felt the Fallen Moon inside her pulse violently. “Something’s coming.” Then a roar shook the canyon. A massive winged creature burst from the clouds. Black scales. Glowing red eyes. And wings large enough to block the sky. Torren stared up in disbelief. “That’s a dragon.” Cassian shook his head. “No.” “It’s worse.” The creature circled above them, its roar echoing through the canyon. “Shadow Drake,” Cassian said grimly.

But they do tonight. The clouds part, and there it is. Carved not into stone or wood or temple but into the very sky. The Boundless sigil, made of fire and wind and stars, burns like a wound across the heavens. A scream builds in my throat. Not mine. The earth wails beneath us. I shift without thinking with my bigger dragon form bursting forward in an explosion of smoke and light. My wings flare wide, and I scream into the sky, the same scream I felt in my dream.

Dragon starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing faded Calavera tattoos, “Chain’s fine. Got a tension tool in my box. I’ll fix it antes de que (before) sundown.” Poking at the rusted exhaust, “Pfft. Tool ain’t magic, kid. And this exhaust? Sounds like a dying chupacabra.” Dru stifles a laugh. I shoot her a glare, but I'm trying to hide my own smirk with my beard. Dragon shakes his head, then glances up towards Dru on the porch, “¿En serio (Seriously) You think I’d let her hurt? I seen what happens when you don’t guard your crew.” Dragon rolls up his sleeve further, revealing a tattooed date—“2003–2019”—inked beneath the Calavera’s hollow eyes. The numbers curl like smoke from a prayer candle,

And inside the clouds, violet lightning flashed with rhythmic, intelligent precision. "Magic," Kren hissed. "Battle stations! Shield generators to maximum! It's the fugitives!" The fleet mobilized. Turrets rotated. Shields hummed to life, creating shimmering blue domes over the ships. "Target the center of the storm!" Kren ordered. "Fire at will!" Green plasma bolts tore into the clouds. But the storm fought back. Bolts of violet lightning—Dragon fire guided by Zephyr’s wind—slammed into the ocean, boiling the water and creating a wall of steam that blinded the targeting sensors.