Unique Dragon Gifts Novels & Stories

“Only a damn dragon would give someone gold and diamonds.” Claire’s eyes popped out of her head, “Excuse me?! That’s a fucking diamond in the center?!” She couldn’t believe someone would give her something so extravagant. “Yeah it is. Dragons are notorious for their greed with ‘shiny things’. He would never give anyone something fake. That’s real.” Jack hated how reckless dragons could be with their fortunes, but he couldn’t deny it was a beautiful gift. She cautiously set the gifts inside of her new laptop bag before she reached for the gift from Priestess Ramona.

I say, out loud, do they have a reasoning behind their gift? "This one has fallen three days ago, she's not trained yet, by the time she's trained to your pleasure, you'll be back from school, we like to think of it as a wedding and engagement gift," the guy says they did think this through, but one thing they don't know, I'm against the training houses, they are abusers, I growled at them. "Our gift has offended you?" the guy asks sounding hurt, denying a gift by the princess and prince is very hurtful for the dragons, we are creatures of pride.

Her eyes never left her husband who was leaning against his chair. “We've ruled this kingdom for nine hundred years before Vincent's father took over. And now, his son." Mr Gael started. He pushed to rest his face on his right hand with a long sigh. " I've never set my eyes on a dragon this huge Roseline. That dragon isn't a shifter. It's what we have been looking for for the past generations,” he concluded. Roseline dropped the teacup on the well polished jade tray and raised her head to meet his eyes. "What are you trying to suggest? Coincidence happen–”

Right now, if she wanted to go, I don't think I could let her. Razak was an intelligent animal, although a bit needy when it came to Odessa. My own dragon would kill him in an instant if he started to pull her attention away from us. However, his own fascination to help feed my fawn gave me the greatest gift to give her. Dragons often gave gifts to their mates; I had seen it many times with my stepfather and mother. He would help the Moon Kingdom with rogues or demons that would escape the underworld. Each body he would bring to the Queen, she would reward them with anything they wanted. Male dragons asked for jewels to decorate their mates. I had never fought after rogues, I had no mate to

I gapped. “Sorry, I couldn’t tell you about my connection with Trenton. He has been deemed a rogue for so long, that I couldn’t let anyone know. If they had known, I would have been kicked off the council, or captured. My special gift is that I can locate any Dragon in the world, but I have concealed it. I didn’t mean to lie, but your grandfather told me never to reveal my gift. He had suspected there was something going on under his nose.” Charles explained.

As the rumor of living dragons had spread through the east, ever more seekers had come to learn if the tale was true-and Xaro Xhoan Daxos saw to it that the great and the humble alike offered some token to the Mother of Dragons. The trickle he started soon swelled to a flood. Trader captains brought lace from Myr, chests of saffron from Yi Ti, amber and dragonglass out of Asshai. Merchants offered bags of coin, silversmiths rings and chains. Pipers piped for her, tumblers tumbled, and jugglers juggled, while dyers draped her in colors she had never known existed. A pair of Jogos Nhai presented her with one of their striped zorses, black and white and fierce. A widow brought the dried corpse

I position myself so when he releases me on the ledge, I roll once and take to my feet. His dragon form is breathtaking. This is the first chance I've actually had to admire it... him, whatever he actually is. Acasia didn't explain more than that dragons have two forms. The people of my village don't know this. Somehow I think their fright is greater because the dragon is well... a dragon. They breathe fire, stomp, and snort during the claiming. They do good things also. Our land has few natural resources and the dragons occasionally provide a source of precious metals, machinery, and even cloth for our garments. And because of these things, a maiden is sacrificed every twenty-five years. It

She asked, her face looking puzzled and she took a deep breath to calm her racing her. "Close your eyes, only then will I be able to give you the gift you seek," he said moving close to her as he brought out an iron cage from underneath her bed. "You can open your eyes,"Xavier spoke, still smiling at Zina who was now giving him a weird gaze. "What's that thing?" Her eyes scanned the cage as she moved back even further. "Is it harmful?"Her eyes spelled worry and fear. "Calm down dear, it's not harmful. It's known as the candy dragon. This colour is really rare so be careful with it okay?"

“Yeah, but this one smelled like you.” She blinked once. “Okay, fine. I forgive the pea massacre.” As the sun began to dip lower and the fairy lights strung through the trees lit up in soft golden waves, the group gathered around Tora and Jax, who were seated at the center of a table piled with gifts. Cheyenne leaned over to Tora and whispered, “Alright, bets on how many dragon-themed outfits you're gonna get?” “Too late,” Tora muttered, gesturing to the gift pile. “I counted six ‘My First Flame’ onesies already.”

" he continued to talk. "So, what’s your gift?" Draco asked that fucker, unable to keep up his enthusiasm. "I can hide objects, people. I can hide my scent," he offered that piece of information. No wonder we could never trace that ass before. "As you all know now." "And my other gift is rare, since we are more often than not offensive powers," he added.