What Is Your Dragon Name Novels & Stories

“Remember when dad and I first found Snow and he made that comment about Eliane not knowing she was a dragon, or something like that?” “Yeah.” “Well, I got an up close and firsthand look at the dragon. Snow, his real name is apparently Iniko, named her Jewels because she was, and I quote, a dragon with no name.” Everett frowns. “I thought all dragons were born knowing their names.”

Professor Raevers gave a deep sigh when they finally handed her the form. “Please bring the dragon later to the registrar’s office for the magic proficiency test.” she told Johan. “Dagon. His name is Dagon.” said Johan, finally accepting the name his dragon had called himself. “What about Azra?” Dorin asked Seb in a whisper. [She’s different] Seb wrote discretely. [She isn’t as strong as Dagon.]

CX125 might mean “facility C, row X, egg #125.” “Oaestr,” I repeat, tilting my head as I walk in a slow circle around her, taking in every element of her very unusual appearance. Maybe wherever she’s wherever we are now, her name isn’t as unique, or as powerful–I can’t imagine anyone who would dare name their children after one of the oldest gods. “That name belongs to a very special dragon where I come from,” I explain. “They call her the Mother of Us All. From here, all the other dragon species on our planet were born.”

Kaylani says. I turn and see that she’s right. All of the dragons are gone, except one. A small water dragon that likes to stay close to Kaylani. “I can help you practice tomorrow, if you want to try a waterspout,” the little dragon says to me. “What’s your name, little one,” Zephyr asks her. “Morgan.” “A name meaning water for a water dragon. Someone who is true to themselves, I think,” Zephyr tells her.

- The man replied. - Elena. - Demetria mumbled again. - Sorry, what was that? - Cassius looked at her questioningly. - My dragon's name is Elena. - The girl replied louder. - Oh, I am sorry. I should have asked before. - Her uncle apologized. - What is your dragon name then? - Alexander, but he likes to be called Alex. - Cassius replied with a giggle. Demetria found it strange to speak softly about a beast like a dragon.

His voice is deeper than usual. Lola opened her eyes and gasped with shock. She took a step back and stumbled a little before falling on her butt in the sand. An aqua blue dragon is standing right in front of her eyes. Its size is huge and it is occupying almost half the beach area. She never know a dragon could be of this color too. She always heard about orange, red, green, and Black dragons. But a Blue dragon is never heard of. "Scared princess?" Lucas asked her in his dragon form. His dragon's name is Ares, his father's name. He never remembered what made him name his dragon with that name, but ever since he remembered, he kept calling his Dragon Ares.

Eddie asked curiously. "It's been more than two years, Eddie. I am not just a dragon, but a spirit dragon from the realm of the spirits". The dragon said to him. Eddie smiled at the dragon. "What's your name?". Eddie asked the dragon. "I don't have a name Eddie, you're to give me one". The dragon said and Eddie was confused. "Why me?". Eddie asked him. "Because you will be my rider when the time comes just like you saw it in the revelation when you touched me". The dragon said and Eddie smiled.

But somehow, I knew this tiny dragon is a girl, just like I knew when she gave me a piece of her power. "What's your name?" I asked her. She chirped. "Can I name you?” I asked immediately and she chirped in reply “Ruby! Your name is now Ruby." Ruby chirped happily again, wriggling her tail. "Wait," Kaelen interrupted. "You just named the calamity dragon? Just like that?" "She needs a name." "She doesn't need anything!" "She needs a name," I repeated firmly. "And she's not a calamity. She's a very good girl who just saved our lives."

I could feel something moving through me, an attraction that I hadn’t felt before. Sure, he was tall, dark, and handsome. His cheekbones were high and his body looked like something that had been molded by the gods. It didn’t explain why a part of me wanted to lay my head down against him. To rub my cheek against his scarred chest, press my lips against those four ragged lines. “I’m a dragon and I've claimed you as my mate.” I didn’t say anything to him, I didn’t know what that meant. A dragon, that I was his mate. How was I supposed to respond to that?

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.