The Ice Dragon Book Novels & Stories

I was about to grab her when the white dragon that seemed a little bigger than the others flew right at her. Helena I knew it was her. The white dragon that almost looked silver. She was beautiful. Incredible, and about to kill me when I stopped in the center of the square. But I could run. That strange little voice inside my head that warned me whenever danger was near was telling me to hold my ground.

Wynter said out loud. “He doesn’t know how to come out,” Wynter said. “Come forth child of mine,” Abeloth said. Wynter arched his back slightly as the little dragon separated from him and stumbled over his own legs and fell down on the grass. “You’re so silly,” Wynter said. “He’s beautiful Abeloth,” I said. “This is Echo,” Abeloth said and the dragon stood up straight with his head in the air. He was the same height Wynter was and he looked almost black.

I hear a horn outside and both of our attention snaps to the window and I can see the layer of ice that is now creeping across it. Nefzaan… “The ice…” “Nefzaan has dragons with the water element on his side… and with their elements combined… he can create a kingdom of ice.” He says quietly. “I must go, but before I go, there is one thing I wish for you to safe keep for me.” My chest is heaving as he removes that necklace with the tiny black and green scale at the end. He looks down at it before he holds it out to me. “This scale is from my son… keep it safe.”

I peer over the side of the bed, open my mouth, and let loose with a blast of fire. "Owww... fuck... stop that," he yells putting his hands up to block the flames. I tear off the shirt I'm wearing, sprint from the room, and dive over the edge of the perch. It's a few seconds before I remember to pull in the magic. But does it really matter? I thought I would give anything to be a dragon, but I would give it all back for Tahr's love. My dragon bursts free and more flames shoot from my throat.

The dragons curled their bodies as they tried to hold against the attacks. “Hey! There are dragons here!” Lesia shouted excitedly as she materialized in one of Jamesʼ formations. She hopped onto the ice dragonʼs head and held at its horns firmly. Hemera followed suit and got atop the other ice dragonʼs head. The ice dragons thrashed around and roared furiously as they tried to get rid of Lesia and Hemera who were sitting on their heads. Despite their efforts, those two spirits seemed to be having a lot of fun.

I sat on small wooden stool that was present inside, since Draco was not back yet , I decided to go though my bag, I pulled out all four books that was written by my grandmother on Dark Creatures, Spells, poison and lastly DRAGONS, each of this book included all detail information on spell, method, about ghost, warewolf, sorceress , way to tackle them and many more things, tree books included every detail on other supernatural things while one entire book was dedicated to Dragon. Out of curiosity, I picked up dragon book and started reading from beginning, I only finished two page when I felt someone’s presence behind me, I rapidly turned but found no one right. ‘THUD… THUD….’ two wooden pla

She let out a laugh. “Ice dragons were a stunning race. Unfortunately, they were already nearing extinct before the war. They were more of the aggressive type of races in the dragon world. But they were also the first to get attacked and slaughtered. He only survived because he was in the kingdom when the war started.” She explained. I looked up at her, not sure what to say. She gave me a sad smile.

In fact, majority of the people had chosen to forget that there was a thirteenth noble house ruled by the Whitby's. All they knew about him was that he had become a religious fanatic who ran a gathering of people who believed in Dragons and the Vita Navitas. "Silver Falcon!" Rhaegal, the head of the bandits called out to him after watching him approach his tent for a while and he turned slowly. The Head of the bandits, Rhaeghal, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he had heard about the Silver Falcon, but never met the man in person. All the business they did together was always conducted by a middleman of the sorts. He had believed it was so because Silver Falcon was probably too old to stan

The snowflake he stood on flashed once again, but this time, blasting out a blue beam above, devouring him with intense light energies. Arth’s eyes widened, seeing the light beam compressing and forming into a dragon’s head and neck, all made of blue energy. It screeched into the skies. Its neck was so long and still connected to the glowing snowflake on the floor, curving to move its enormous head beside the general. As Edric waved his sword, the dragon followed its movement. He made a wide swing upwards, causing the dragon to lunge towards the skies.

"You know what..." Minos reached for his breast pocket and produced a small leather-bound booklet, placing it on the boy's lap. "What's this?" The boy grabbed it and started reading. "Thee. Dragun. Fromm. Thee. Shyre. What's this about?" "It's about... a dragon. From the shire." Minos didn't know how to explain what the book was about, as he never really got past the first ten pages himself. He found it boring and too juvenile for his taste. He only reads it so he can go to sleep. "It's my favorite book," he lied, "and I want you to read it."