Stories About Dragons Novels & Stories

I thought with a scornful look on my face. "I can't wait to control their feeble mind," Kendra, my dragon, said with an excited look. "For making fun of how I looked." This war had started years ago when I first accidentally found a book titled the first dragons. And then someone helped me to know more about the first dragons, and their history. Everything started with that first book. The book was buried deep in the depth of a library, and that was the only print, I had found out later. The fascination became obsession and the obsession became need.

The bottom pops open and we see three volumes. The Dragon Tale, The Dragon Keeper, The End of Dragons. Teddy and I look at each other. “Grab Volume one, the Dragon Tale,” Teddy huffs. “Why do I feel like this is about to be ridiculous?” “Because it most likely is,” I say, opening the Sliver colored book. Dragons are among the first animals created at the beginning of time. These dragons died if killed and only lived 200 to 300 years. They would have been the only dragons in existence, if not for the selfishness of a goddess.

It's height and size alone covered a large part of the field. " Minerva? Are you alright?" Vincent asked as he closed on her. Everyone could see Minerva and the dragon but had no idea what was happening there and they were good scared to move. " Vincent! The dragon, it's here for me. Do you know about this one?" A prince might have an understanding about their history. " It's an old dragon but not the oldest. They disappeared two hundred years ago and no one knew where they went. This is the first time in two hundred years since the dragons made an appearance in their home, RedShire."

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

I hope, like the last three times he went out, that he comes home without an egg. There are six colors of dragons – the rarest are the golden queens. They are the most powerful of all dragons. Their mates are primarily the formidable silver dragons, known for their speed, agility, and power. But there are also bronze dragons, always males, who, in rare instances, are strong enough to mate with a queen. Then there are green dragons who are also male and red and blue dragons, which are always females, and usually mate with green or bronze dragons. I hate the practice of hunting dragon eggs. Dragon riders are rare, exceptionally rare. However, those who become dragon riders have the power and s

--FIVE YEARS LATER-- "Mama, tell us a story!" Lily demanded, curled up in her bed with her stuffed rabbit. "The dragon story!" Lucas added from his bed across the room. "With the brave knight!" I settled into the chair between their beds, these six-year-old miracles who'd survived everything. "Once upon a time," I began, "there was a dragon who everyone thought was a princess. She was kind and good and trusting. But people took advantage of her kindness. They tried to trap her, use her, steal everything she loved."

Raya’s eyes go wide before looking at my mother in panic. “Okay so Lily.. I understand now that you might have found out who we are.. what we are,” my mother begins to say, pausing as she tries to find the right words to say to me. “And I just want to tell you I did the best I could, leaving your father to be the best mom I could, and to raise you the right way. I am not sorry for it, however I guess you did have the right to know who and what you are, yes Lily you are a witch and dragon. You weren’t supposed to have a dragon you know.. female dragons are a dying species and the dragons magic is dying, male dragons are getting angry because they cannot produce anymore female dragons. They ar

If she even knows herself, that is. She is a freaking dragon. An actual, living dragon. What can dragons even do, what are they like?! Little is known of them – only whispers and half-forgotten legends remain. Can they breathe fire? Do they actually have a thing for treasures? Are they even a separate being, like our wolves?

"She was definitely crazy. She told me stories about the old days in the old country. Man, I loved that woman and her stories. They got me through some rough times." Ransom nodded. He knew about those rough times, had even lived through some of them with me. "Anyway, GG Simone told me a story for as long as I can remember. About how magical people used to turn into animals. Dragons mostly, but there were some other kinds of animals. Lions, wolves, bears, panthers." I looked at him, my eyes wide. I prayed he understood what I was trying to tell him. "Okay, so you know about some legends similar to The Lost Ones. Great. Again, what does this have to do with Kiema?"

he said. “Shit,” I said. “I’ve never heard of someone’s dragon leaving,” Preston said. “Sometimes a dragon will leave if his personality is in conflict with his host,” Baz said in my head. “His dragon might be purer than him,” I said as an explanation. “Baz, can you make contact with his dragon in your realm? Maybe he’ll be more eager to share what he knows,” I said to him. “Let me think about it,” Baz said and curled up on his side.