Water Dragon Fantasy Novels & Stories

Adrian’s lips are soft and warm, and I can’t help but melt into his embrace. For a brief moment, I forget about the war between the packs, about Liam and the Twilight pack, about everything. All that exists is Adrian and the way he makes me feel. But before the kiss can go deeper, a huge creature shoots up from the water and screeches like a vulture. I turn around, eyes locking on the most grotesque water dragon that I’ve ever seen. Its scales are a sickly green color, and its eyes are a piercing red that seems to bore into my soul. I can feel its hot breath on my skin as it opens its mouth wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.

Evan Ryan's face improved and the tiredness seemed to disappear. When they finally got tired of playing, they sat down on the sand and talked. - Nymphe, what does a water dragon look like and do? - Ryan asks. - I breathe underwater, and I can control all types of it. I can control the rain, the sea, even the wine. - she laughed - Do you want to see my dragon? - Yes, I do. - Ryan replies, excited. Nymphe gets up and walks away. In seconds, a giant dragon appears in front of Ryan's eyes, which was nothing like Argenta.

he widened his eyes and pointed to a big creature that was flying around the castle. "Aguless." Taegen smiled looking at the white creature flying slowly and elegantly under the dark sky. "It is a Cloud Dragon, one of the most beautiful and rarest creatures in Fantasia." "Is it yours?" Jimmy asked with an excited tone. Taegen nodded. "Sometimes he takes me for a fly when he feels that I need to escape from here. It is very nice to be up in the clouds, you feel free." "Woah! It must be amazing!" Jimmy exclaimed, his hair shining bright inside the darkroom.

to follow. Rori rolled her eyes and followed Andy into the strange, yet fantastic area. Rori’s eyes immediately found the flowing river, and a chill ran through her as she thought about how Murdok had been such an enormous creature. Rori licked her lips, “I dreamt that my mom and Henry found me here, and he wanted to take something from here… he had this glowing book and when he tried to attack us Murdok burst through the glass wall, but he was this… this enormous dragon.” Andy watched as the circulating magma seemed to almost respond to Rori’s elevated tone of voice. “He tried to protect us and this huge plume of fire rolled out over the top of me, and suddenly, I was on fire… NO, not on f

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

"I'm not asking you to shake hands with spirits, but I think getting more of a grip of as much as you possibly can before shit hits the fan will be in everyone's best interest." I eyed him and nodded. "Alright... but if Blue gets mad, I'm blaming you. I'm still just a kid." He grinned. "If I'm right, you'll be too healed for her to fuss. Eyes closed and dig deep." I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths as I delved deeper into myself. The image of a dragon began to take shape in my mind. Its scales shimmered with iridescent hues, like water. Like a Leviathan. I felt it swimming, twirling and sprouting wings, melding with other parts of my bloodline or separating them.

“Of course. Of course. I suppose there are witches and fairies, and… I don’t know.” “Dragons,” Niarthen supplied. “Though they are all but extinct.” “Hmm, I imagine they are, as it would be hard to hide a dragon,” she agreed, her eyes on the road before her. It felt unreal to be having a conversation with a merman about dragons, werewolves, and vampires whilst driving alongside a flooded river away from religious fanatics. “I think I read a book about this once,” she realized. Maybe it was all a strange dream. Maybe she’d had an accident at the cottage and had knocked herself out, or was sick and having a fever dream…

Dragon sat with Jenny and her triplets around a small fire, its flames dancing gently and casting shifting shadows across their faces. Jerry sat beside Jackson, with Jakiri next to them. Towering over them, Dragon, with his fiery red eyes and commanding presence, exuded an aura that kept everyone on edge. Finally, there was Jenny. Jerry looked up at Dragon with a curious smile and asked, “You’ve told us a lot about werewolf customs, but there’s one question that has always fascinated me. What’s the story of the mate? And how does a werewolf find their destined partner?”

"Nothing to worry about." "Ok..." Aria breathed in relief then gasped in disbelief as Prime Johansson suddenly burst into flames that raged out getting bigger and bigger then gutted out to reveal a might red dragon, that stretched its wings and beat the air, lifting off with great effort into the sky and letting out a mighty roar. "Bloody hell!" Kahlia exclaimed. "It never gets any less amazing to witness." Abram said, folding his arms with a proud smile. Next was Prime Evans who transformed with a tornado of inky blackness to reveal a huge black dragon that pierced the night with its sub-sonic screech as it lifted into the air and joined the fire dragon in its hovering.

And there they were, our five little dragons, breaking free of their shells with tiny claws and tiny wings and tiny, furious roars that echoed off the stone walls. It was the most terrifyingly beautiful thing I had ever seen. Each of them was perfect in their own way. Ryn, with his shimmering blue scales and mischievous golden eyes. Tetris, who had Lorien’s fiery red coloring and a curious streak a mile wide. Duncan, solid and steady, with dark bronze scales and a quiet strength that reminded me of his father. Eina, delicate and graceful, with silver wings that sparkled like moonlight. And Violet, my little wildflower, with deep violet scales and a fierce, stubborn spirit that let you know r