Star Dragon Novels & Stories

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

These questions were mostly asked by children, as the adults were a lot more reserved. "Oh My God! Is that a dragon?" "Yes, those are Storm Dragons. We call the big one there Stormy he is the oldest and a noble friend of our Guild master. Do you see that massive lake there? The storm dragons created that entire lake with their Mana rain. The water from their rain clouds is saturated with pure mana and this lake and others like it are only the water source for the entire Stardust City. Not just that, this is a training ground for water mages, home to freshwater type beasts, and farm for the growing of underwater plants."

He examined the engraving. “No.” I looked. The dragon wasn’t like Nicholas’s personal symbols. It had two heads. Wings spread. A crown between them. Lydia leaned closer. “That’s not a dragon.” “What?” I asked. She pointed. “Look at the tails.” Two bodies. Intertwined. Not one creature. Two. “Twins,” I whispered. Lydia looked at me. The room went silent again. Chase frowned. “I never noticed.” Nicholas turned the key.

Vic can't wait to get the answers to his questions, he was going to do anything it takes just to get his answers. "I will do it. I will do the task with everything I have!" Vic replied. "Not everything you have, but your full self!" The dragon corrected him and went behind the throne. She was dragging a half killed beast. It was a Stampebeast, a beast that is known to have connection with thunder. The two large horn on its head lights up in blue and lightning from the sky will connect with its horn. Whenever the beast connects with the thunder, its full body gets coated in lightning. And when this happens, no attack can kill it or pass through his skin.

he responds. I'm thrilled he can hear me. It must be his magic, though I'm sad at his answer. To have this ability and not use it would cause too much suffering for me. I must think positive thoughts while around him, so I start asking questions while we swoop through the sky. "Tell me the colors of the other dragons." "Goddess have mercy," he growls. "Bastian is red, Laryn blue, and Tahr silver." I'm on a roll. "Do you ever fly together?"

Raging fires encircled her like a protective wall. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, feeling empty, hollow, lost. She could hear the sound of laughter, a cruel, demented laugh. Turning her head towards the sound, her eyes reflecting the flames dancing as they were slick with tears. Stepping through the flames, she stalked towards the person laughing at her, her hands partially shifted into the claws of her dragon. Ready to tear out the throats of whoever had dared to mock her.

So choose ye now, where hearts may lean, ‘Twixt fire’s wrath and rule unseen. For in this tale, the world may change, When love and flame the stars arrange. Skylar My chest hurts so bad, it’s hard to breathe. On top of that, I have blisters all up and down my arms from holding that silver egg when it was much too hot to carry. But I push all that aside when I feel the little golden dragon trying to force her way to me.

His pupils grew round and full, like a bird of prey watching a mouse. What was Spencer? What had I gotten myself into? I should have just stayed home and confronted Nolan and my sister. If I had it would suck, but I wouldn’t be about to be possibly murdered by someone who might not be human. A rumbling growl came from deep in Spencer’s chest and he leaned back slightly on his barstool. Watching me with those eerie looking eyes. “I’m a dragon.” The words were raspy and didn’t sound human. It was almost a growl, but not quiet, something animalistic. A warning.

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

The moment they stepped out of the room, a knowing smirk formed on Stan's face as he took in her hair and dress beneath the coat which belonged to Vincent. “It seems I just disrupted a sweet moment between you two. My apologies,” he chuckled and Minerva blushed scarlet and crimson. Vincent threw his friend and right-hand man a death look but a smile slipped through his cold facade. “What is happening?” He asked. “The dragon earlier just made an appearance.” Stan said with fear in his eyes. “WHAT!” Both Vincent and Minerva yelled in chorus. Stan scratched his head in hesitation. “And he came with friends.”