What Is Your Dragon Name Novels & Stories

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.

She walks back to me and sits on the ground beside me. I ask, "What is your wolf's name?" She answered, "Saige." I smiled, "A beautiful name for a beautiful wolf, who belongs to a beautiful woman." She laughs, "That was a mouthful, but thank you. I love your dragon too. What is his name?" I replied, "Rex. He's been waiting a long time for you. We both have." She lowered her eyes, "I was convinced that I didn't even have a mate. I knew there would be no wolf strong enough to be my mate. My visions can get... intense. I can do some really crazy stuff if I don't have a notebook or sketch pad with me. I just never thought that a dragon would be able to be my mate."

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

I asked, feeling sorry for the young man or boy who’d been forced to do such terrible things. “I went to a fire mage, actually,” he said. “He bound my dragon.” Kieran gestured to the red tattoo peeking up over his shoulder. “He bound my dragon here, like this.” “That’s your dragon?!” I gasped. “All chained up?” “Yes,” he confirmed. “Do you mind if I ask you about… him?” I asked, nodding to the tattoo. “What’s his name?” “His name is Naeghiros,” he said, and then his voice dropped to a whisper. “Naeghiros is the name of the first and last dragon, the dragon charged with setting our world on fire.”

She told me that it had been a while since her dragon was out. “I just worry. I haven’t shifted in so long.” I state. “Everything is going to be fine. My dragon is terribly excited to meet Gemma.” Dray says. “Oh shit, I just realized that I don’t know the names of your dragons.” I blurt out. “Grendel is my dragon's name,” Dray tells me. “My dragon’s name is Haldor,” Drake states.

Judging the dragons face his little motion did not go unnoticed from the observant dragon. “Your sisters are fun.” He smirks “Not when they attempt to kill you. They are something fate makes use of to punish me. Oh yeah, I have been meaning to ask: ‘why don’t you permit them to use your name?’” “Do you want them to call me by name?” Little does his glorified human know, in dragon culture that would be an indirect acceptance of his claim if he says-? “Yes. I mean you let me do it.” “Then it is as you wish. I let you call me by name because you not like everyone else. You are more special and valuable to me.”

My dragon spoke aloud now, and I listened intently. "Hello Drakos." My dragon drawlled. "The years I see have made you mad and no doubt weak." she sneered. He didn't respond rooted to the spot. "Adalinda?" he asked, and it dawned on me. I had never asked my dragon her name. I assumed she didn't have one it was never voluntered to me, but then I didn't ask my dragon much. I know my wolf was called flame. My own desire to be a normal pack wolf like the others had made me make my dragon small, and that realisation was now dawning on me at a really inconvient moment.

“I-do you perhaps happen to know where the dragon is kept?” She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “And pray tell why would you be asking about the dragons after you had your girl?” I took a minute in concentration before speaking, “Because…because the King had taken my dragon, yes, I have a dragon too. He’s name is Wraya. The King’s dragon, Synthia is Wraya’s mother.”

Plus, there was something about this dragon, he was kind of cute, and she couldn’t help but to like him. “My name is Balthazar. I have been down here alone for a long time, afraid to leave. I always wanted a pet to keep me company. You seem different than the evil ones that live in the town. You smell different too. What’s your name – ooh maybe you don’t have one. Do I get to name you?” Alizeh let a snort through the tears, “I am Alizeh. Why are you scared of the towns people? You are a dragon. Can’t you just go and burn the village down?”

This situation was so complex that they had to call in the Master, that is, their heavenly doctor, breaking his decade-long meditational retreat. An urgent message was sent to the ruling dragon king ,husband to the woman in labor.He was fighting at the borders. He was widely known for his bravery and courage. With his wide-spread expeditions and expertise, the dragon kingdom was able to reach its farthest trenches, unifying lands that nobody had ever dreamed of annexing. He was a true namesake—a versatile, fearsome dragon named Draco.