Violet Dragon Novels & Stories

I am the Violet who will reign, whether the world likes it or not. And when she comes near, I do the impossible. I jump higher than her and twist in the air. When our trajectories cross, I open my jaws wide, my teeth aligning with her throat in a fatal instant. And I bite. The sound is wet, grotesque. Lyun’s throat gives beneath my fangs. I tear flesh, tendon, what remains of my old friend and current rival. She tries to howl, a short, gurgling sound, as her life slips away.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

I breathe, my throat constricting. Violet pauses by the door and turns to look at me with a taunting smile on her face. "Don't you understand, honey? Your mate has always been the major target. Why do you think she has been acting strange lately? Why do you think she runs off to Hunter each time he calls? She's been subjected to his influence," she continues. "She wouldn't..." Violet cuts me off, the smile on her face fading away. "She would. It's because she's under the influence of dark magic, and Hunter is now obsessed with her."

That much jiggle is physically dangerous but recalling that Violet was inherently different than humans, such wear and tear might not apply to her at all. "Perverted beast! Meet your end!" The woman behind Violet roared. Instantly, her purple spirit ring glowed as the phantom of an extremely cruel, crimson-scaled dragon let out a silent roar and the area around the woman shook violently. Blood leaked from Violet's ears but she continued to evade. While conscious for 23 years, her body had accumulated fighting experience of thousand years! This combination made her extremely versatile and dangerously calm in tough situations despite being suppressed by the bloodlust of her opponents.

I was beyond confused and so was Grayson. "No! That's impossible!" Alpha exclaimed to the Luna. Getting up to join her at the bookshelf where she was looking for some book. "Will someone tell us what is going on?!" Grayson could see I was anxious and he was to. "Oh yes." The Luna stops what she was doing and looked over at me and Emma. She walked towards us and pulled up a chair next to Emma. "Emma. The reason you have this special power is because of the Violet Moon. The Violet Moon, is the one night every decade when the Moon Goddess visits her chosen one and chooses the next one. It's a way for her to see our world. A chosen one is a wolf with immense beauty. Beauty more than anyone can e

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

he asks as he spots the two in battle with a group of smaller dragons. “Sure is, she is amazing” I say, as a movement catches my eye. A large brown and green dragon shifts and comes at Vulcan, “MOVE!” I scream as I explode my shield, the power hits the dragon stopping it from hitting my mate. It spins and takes flight, Vulcan turns in time to see it take to the skies.

Dylan hesitated, but eventually shook her hand and smiled. “Can you tell me your name?” “Dylan. Dylan Dark.” “Oh, so you're the son of that old man. Sorry about that.” “It's all right, and you are?” “Violet! Violet is my name.” “It's good to see you again.” “It is, indeed. We've been running into each other for the past month. If I were your age, I'd say it's fate that brought us together, but it's a small world after all.”

I said, walking over with my long violet robes as I made a bee line towards my bed, sinking over the plush softness of the fabric underneath. “But I just returned, I’m weary and out of breath! You know this is an abuse of labour work!“ The silly dragon cried dramatically. “Yeah and you’re not a labourer for your kind information so stop pouting cause you look ugly and scary so scram!” I shouted, not in the mean way but just to emphasise that the conversation for today was done. “I won’t go so make preparations for using these seeds, adios Sire!” Saying that the dragon started taking off but not before turning around and saying, “And yeah just so you know, the seeds are that of the flower Zin

Something must have happened, they thought to themselves. “—they’ve defied us again,” growled the White Dragon, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. “The mortals of Elkar Dominion burned our sigils and named our tribute unjust. They preach of rebellion, and even now, gather strength. Such foolish creatures.” he spat. "What could they hope to achieve" “And they’ve forged weapons,” hissed the Violet Matriarch, talons tracing slow circles in the air. “Steel from the heart of fallen stars. Their priests claim it can pierce dragonhide.”