Unspeakable Dragon Novels & Stories

I state. “Well, then they aren't on her legs because she wears shorts all the time.” Dray points out. “They must be on her upper body. She never wears anything low cut and she doesn't show off her stomach.” Drake says. That would make sense, then. I tell them that until she shifts that these are only suspicions. I tell them that I doubt that her parents realized this and that she doesn’t know either. “Black crystalline opal dragons are rarely even mentioned when learning about dragons. Mainly because they are supposed to be a myth and since no one could ever prove or disprove the last one existed they get mentioned in the book but that is it.” I comment.

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

His dragon was on display for all to see and I gave the Elders a look as they asked him that question. “Are you calling me a liar?” Echo said through Wynter as his eyes shone yellow. “Magnificent,” Elder Jackson said. “This is truly incredible,” Elder Charles murmured. “Separate Echo,” I said. The Elders gasped as the dragon that was now a head taller than Wynter separated from him and growled at the Elders. Elder Neil actually chuckled at that and I had to smile as Abeloth rolled his eyes. “This is Echo, Wynter’s dragon,” I said.

the red dragon asks with an air of superiority. "I'm Pepper," I finally say after another fire-breathing cough. "You are Uncle Tahr's mate?" he asks in disbelief. "No, not his mate. I'm just a dragon. A very special dragon," I say because I remember what he said the first time I met him. "Hmm." A thin trail of smoke leaves his nostrils. "I am Ashrac and this is Cantor. Our fathers have gone to Tahr's because they felt the presence of a new dragon and they think Tahr has mated. That is the only way for a female to transcend, so I think you have your facts wrong."

I spit out. “Well, the little bastard wouldn’t stop moving around, so I tranquilized him. He’s fine…probably. He’s just staying still so I can actually get his spinal fluid.” “You’re a monster!” I say to him. He leans over me, his lips curling over his teeth. “No, you’re the monster. Since when do dragons exist in real life? Since when do humans turn into animals. It’s unnatural.” I can feel his spit hitting my face as he speaks to me, his anger palpable.

his dragon was so big that it broke basement roof and shattered everything around us, corpses, female blood ghoul, corpses and even Beth were abruptly thrown away at least couple of feet because of his sudden transformation “AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr……………………………………….” Draco’s Black Dragon growled so loudly that it shook entire bungalow.

Destroy. Acacius kept on with his relentless assault, taking a good deal of satisfaction every time his flames connected with the body of the creature. He knew he could kill it; he knew it would soon fall before him. If only it could speak, beg for mercy so Acacius could laugh in its face as he denied the request. With one final roar, he fired a burst of green fire not even a Pure-Blooded dragon could sneer at. The Untri stood no chance in such an inferno.

I channeled the volatile core of dragon energy directly into my palm, letting a dense, swirling mass of dark crimson and black flames manifest across my skin. With a sharp, sweeping motion of my arm, I unleashed a massive wave of raw fire straight toward the grand entrance. ​The roaring inferno slammed into the reinforced ironwood doors with the force of a collapsing mountain. ​There was a deafening roar as the flames devoured the thick wood instantly, superheating the metal plating until it melted into glowing liquid slag.

“Let’s not waste time pretending this is a misunderstanding.” Darion swallows. “You don’t understand what Malrec is offering,” he says hoarsely. I stop directly in front of him. “No,” I reply. “I understand perfectly.” His eyes brighten slightly, as though he believes he has found a sliver of sympathy. “Then you must see reason. Dragons ruling both realms again, restoring our rightful dominance—” My fist strikes him before he finishes the sentence. The crack of bone against flesh echoes sharply through the chamber. Darion slumps forward against the chains, blood spilling from his mouth.

Max stepped in front of me, facing Dragon directly, and said, "She will not go with you alone. I am coming too." "Humans are not allowed inside!" Dragon challenged. I took a deep breath and calmed down a bit before finally speaking. I wasn’t afraid of Dragon anymore, but I was worried about him knowing about my children and that they were his. I pushed the thought aside and said impatiently, "Max is coming with me, or I won’t go back!" Dragon did not utter a single word; he left with the wind, dressed in a blue suit matching the color of his eyes. He still exuded strength and had become even more captivating.