Stories Of Dragon Novels & Stories

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

“Only a fire dragon would insist on being abroad at this time of the day, instead of sleeping in the shade.” “The sooner we finish here, the sooner we can return home,” she replied. “And I do not wish to miss the birth of Sekhara’s baby.” “Nor do I,” he agreed. Dragons gave birth rarely, and this child would be the firstborn in centuries. “Well, then,” she scooped her hand into the water and splashed him with it. “Now that you are done playing in the water, shall we be on?” As they rounded the corner, Samuel paused, his hand scooping back the fabric of his robes and coming to rest on his sword and he slid his eyes to Ember who shadowed his pose. The scent of blood and death lingered on the a

I muttered. As the news spread throughout the dragon clan, whispers and murmurs filled the air. Some were in awe of Drogo's unexpected allegiance to Freya, while others expressed doubt and skepticism. Questions swirled in my mind, and I knew I needed to confront Drogo and seek answers. She was the only one who could give me a comforting answer filled with nothing but the Truth. Dragons aren't just flying beings, they are magical creatures who foresee the future and they never lie. They would always stand on the truth.

Only Vertimon has books about dragons and from what she understood, he had gotten them from the old Demon king’s castle, the one her father had ruined while trying to save her mother from his brother, her uncle. There was no news or stories about the dragons except in the books and it was what made everyone believed them to be myth. Neither the wolves or vampires has ever heard about the dragons and she only got to know about them because growing up, she loved spending her time in Vertimon waters and so chanced upon the books. Even Vertimon himself had admitted not believing them to be real but since it was a book from the old demon king castle, maybe it was true, or maybe they are myth. And

Mother closed her eyes briefly like she already knew where this conversation was heading. Father’s jaw tightened. “The vampires refused to present their tribute and attempted to break away from Dragon rule entirely. They believed the dragons would negotiate with them.” A bitter look crossed his face. “They were wrong.” "They wiped the entire race off the face of the earth," Father whispered, the memory darkening his features. "An entire kingdom, gone in less than a month." A cold dread settled even deeper into my stomach at his words. I knew the story too well. I had read them in history books.

He brought him somewhere unknown and he growled and ran towards the Cave, in his head he was chanting for their mate. Adrian entered the cave in hurry and finally saw Elysian, laying on top of a werewolf, getting raped brutally by five men on the floor. A loud growl snapped the five men, they quickly pulled away from the unconscious figure of Elysian and looked at Adrain in fear, the wolves freaked out to see a huge dragon glaring at them, how the fuck there was a dragon here?! While the three wolves knew they will die that day. No one should mess with Adrian, as they have witnessed the death itself, for they have met the legend they have only heard the stories about. The dragon.

600 years after the death of the last dragon (ADLD), the myth said that the time was counted like that because there was no peace before and dragons attacked and destroyed every land where humans live till the day when seven heroes from seven different races attacked the nest of dragons with their armies and the help of the great phœnix they managed to kill all the dragons. in the end of this battle the phoenix returned to ashes and those 7 heroes created their own kingdoms. After 600 years now most people did not believe in this stories and said that just the king's family use this story to make people believe that they are the son's of whom protected this world.

Then he concluded, pointing to the burnt carcass. “What could be so big and warm as to create such a thing?” Doreon asked, puzzled. “A dragon...” Sumon intervened. The guards stared at her in surprise, as did Doreon and Nathan. She lowered the hood of her cloak and looked at them. “Dragons do not exist. They are just stories...” Nathan began to say before being interrupted by his wife. “To scare the children, yes, I know.” She moved A strand of red hair behind her ear and discovered the shiny pendant she was wearing.

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.