What Does That Evil Dragon Live For Novels & Stories

Hearing sad stories was painful, especially living alone in a strange place. Draco felt that his life was a responsibility he had to fulfill for the future of the dragons. He didn't have time to think about himself. He didn't even know whether he deserved love or not. His life was a duty and responsibility, nothing else. Draco felt his energy drain rapidly when he was around humans. He longed for the hidden dragon lair where he grew up, but Draco couldn't return. He had to face his destiny. Draco had to find a way to keep his true identity as a dragon hidden until he managed to find his golden dragon’s heart.

He tells me quickly and quietly as he sips his drink. Last to stand is a man, huge in stature and when I say huge I mean huge, the biggest man I have ever seen! He stares and grins at me, easily double my size. “I am a dragon" he booms his voice thick and deep, to deep he sounds evil! "I love being a dragon but alas like my counterparts before me, it is a lonely life. They’re are not many female's left sadly due to all the past wars and fights. Making our lives empty with not very many mates and even less children. Alas looking at me you know I would defenitly be good in bed I mean, look at me” he says strongly wiggling his eyebrows in my direction and smiling,

“What else is left? We rebuild, and another dragon will come. They always come.” “Better to live beneath their talons,” someone whispered, “than be crushed beneath their fire.” An argument broke like a storm—rage and desperation tangled in every voice. “They slaughtered our children!” “And yet we still breathe!” “Only because that monster grew bored!” A silence followed. Thick, shameful, final. The truth lay bare for them to see: boredom was mercy. The dragon had left not out of pity, but indifference. At last, Dominus spoke again. “Adistaktos is far. None who walk ever return. But those who reach it… they say the dragons let some serve. They eat well. They live.”

"Young dragons--well, relatively young, to you they would be very old indeed--have the great desires. It is they who kidnap princesses, crush knights, sack towns and generally make nuisances of themselves. Not unlike young humans, they have to find their way and that often includes some temper tantrums and fits of pique. Over time, they mature and the need to prove their potency to themselves diminishes. Like old humans, they get set in their ways and a nice long nap in the sunshine seems a much better way to spend a day than burning knights to a crisp or gobbling up maidens." "I don't mean to be rude, but I thought dragons were evil? Don't you...do things just to be bad?" The dragon laughed

The only evidence, they say, that they even have a lord to serve are the remains of his food, which he prefers alive. A dark shadow, a black silhouette framed by the orange light of the full moon as it sets behind the dragon's castle, flies closer. My last thoughts as he approaches are about why he wanted a virgin. Why do dragons always ask for virgins? Is it because they want to devour them or defile them? Not that it matters, chained as I am, there is nowhere for me to hide and no way for me to run. I guess I'm about to find out the truth about all those rumors. Too bad I probably won't live long enough to tell anyone.

As he spoke, the Mirage Dragon looked at Darryl up and down and continued, "You human, you are young but not weak. Today you can sacrifice yourself and let me make you into my snack." As soon as he finished speaking, his huge body's movement set off a hurricane, heading straight for Darryl. Darryl was shocked and angry. This thing was really evil. They did not even know each other but they wanted to eat Darryl as soon as they met. "I heard that you are one of the Four Evil Beast. I'd like to see how capable you are," Darryl stood still and said coldly.

My eyes snap wide open, and my body feels warm; I can feel it sweat. That dream was intense, or should I say memory. It was Sera's memories of the day she fought that evil dragon and sacrificed herself to save the world from his demise. My brain is still fizzled from seeing my grandmother's memories, but I felt I was there to see why Sera did what she did. Me. The evil dragon, Eldron, wanted my mother; still a child, to steal Alice, who wasn't born yet, as his bride. The thought of having a child bride sickens me.

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

I ask softly. His throat tightens. “I believe survival sometimes requires compromise.” My laughter echoes faintly against the cavern walls. “Compromise.” The word tastes bitter. “Compromise is what created the Madrigals.” “And they kept the realms alive,” he argues. “They weakened them.” The younger dragon’s jaw tightens. “And if you’re wrong?” I stop pacing and look around the cavern at the faces gathered there. Thirty dragons. Thirty believers in a world that once existed. Or might again.

Outside, thunder rolled through the mountains—deep, rumbling, ancient. Storms. Always storms lately. “The old stories claimed they fed on dying magic,” the healer continued, swallowing hard. “Corruption. Fear. Division between races.” Cold realization slid through Lyra like ice water. “They want wolves and dragons fighting.” “Yes,” Vaelrion said, voice sharp with certainty. The dragon inside him paced violently beneath the bond—protect mate, destroy shadows, burn the world if necessary. “But why me?” Lyra whispered. The hatchling answered before anyone else could.