Summoned Dragon Novels & Stories

After reciting an incantation thrice, he'd succeeded in summoning a deity in charge of handling the souls in the Netherrealm. Upon sight of the fierce and mighty deity, Duane's eyes shone. He expected nothing less from the expert he'd invited here. The Dracotigris Order lived up to its reputation; its members could really summon deities! Just as the deity was about to ask Dorthan why he was summoned, he looked down, accidentally catching sight of Landon, clad in a suit, gold-rimmed glasses on his face. The deity shuddered and vanished the moment Landon adjusted his glasses.

Trenton asked, taking a few steps back. “Okay, I see your point. While I don’t believe my father would have done that, I will take your word for it. Since you can turn back time, I will want you to show me what really happened back then, but later.” Cyran answered Trenton, as I held my breath to keep myself from throwing up. “First, let’s get rid of that black Dragon Mark.” Trenton waved his hand and a female, about my age stepped forward. She looked tiny and I couldn’t imagine that she was able to contain a Dragon within her. I knew there were female Dragons, but this was the first time I had seen one.

An elder men chanted a spell and held the red dragon down with a water binding magic. Eric chuckled and said, "Good. Very good. Let's have you taste my purple dragon." He summoned out his purple dragon. Out of the sky came a large and dark creature. It's eyes was yellow as the sun and it's scale was black with the tips being purple. It was a humongous beast. "ROOOOAAAR," cried the Purple Dragon. "Oh, Eric have summoned his Dark Crystal Dragon," said Theo. "Damn, what's going on? Why is he using his third dragon?"

The power of dark magic, hahaha. The sky laid down a blanket of sadness and darkness as the ninety-nine thousand demons I just summoned arrived in their legions. They are coming, bringing hell along with them, and I don't want to be here when that happens. I summoned yet again my double-headed dragon, Scar, and I rode off on the mighty fire-breathing beast into the dark skies.

"But my mother said my father was a mage. What you're saying is impossible." I don't know everything about you since I was just awakened recently, but if you were able to summon me, then one thing is for sure, you are not a pure-blooded mage. "Just a minute. I... summoned... you? I didn't summon you." Yes, you did. Unconsciously. Usually, people who has that ability can summon their dragon spirits as early as five years old. But since you weren't aware that you have the ability, I woke up late. You facing death and life situation was the trigger.

Adrian sighed, "It was right for your father to entrust you to me. As a dragon, how do you not know about spirit summoners?" Dragon Prince blinked innocently, clearly ignorant. Adrian had no choice but to explain what these spirit summoners were.

Back at Tharros's Castle in the Garden: Dika and Nyxoria were still sitting together at the garden, enjoying the peaceful surroundings and the beautiful flowers all around them, when Dika suddenly asked out of nowhere, "Can you summon your wolf dragon now that you know for certain that the mark you have on your body is not just there for pretty tattoo designs? Can you actually call it to you?" Nyxoria smiled at the question and nodded her head enthusiastically. She was excited to try. She closed her eyes tightly and concentrated hard, and with her mind she reached out and summoned Obsidian, calling to the ancient creature. When she opened her eyes again after a few moments, expecting to see

“Tell me witch, what happens if Tanya ever gets to call anyone from Cryzon?” She twitched her lips and looked around before bending to whisper in my ears. “She's going to make an exchange, her blood for a dragon to destroy this whole city.” I frowned at her statement. “There's no dragon aside from Draven, how is that possible?” Her eyes widened in delight at my naiveness and she shook her head. “There is but not a real dragon, he only works when his dark powers are invoked, his dragon died after a terrible war but he revives it temporarily to make destruction.”

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

Ramon set me down on my feet, and I stretched. "Well, that was a nice ride," I said, shutting my eyes as a cold wind momentarily graced my face. The D-day had arrived, and Ramon had flown me out of the kingdom and to the intended destination. The cave of fire. "You know I think I'm ready to fly on your dragon form," I said to him. "The idea doesn't sound so scary anymore." "That remains to be seen," he chuckled. "You know I stand by my word. My dragon is only summoned for combat."