What Is Your Dragon Name Novels & Stories

Jackson, leaning forward with keen interest, interrupted, “Does it happen instantly? Or does it take time?” Shaking his head with a mysterious expression, Dragon replied, “There’s no fixed rule. Sometimes, the feeling is immediate and powerful. Other times, it’s gradual, like slowly discovering a missing piece of yourself.” But Jerry, not entirely satisfied with the answer, gave Dragon a challenging look. Suddenly, he asked a question that was like a stone dropped into still water: “And you, Dragon? Who is your mate?”

*Will* I open the book, revealing the vibrant illustrations of dragons dancing through the skies. “This one is about a dragon named Ember who learns to overcome her fears.” I begin to read, my voice low and soothing, aiming to pull both Frida and Kiera into the enchanting world of the story. “Once upon a time, in a distant land, there was a dragon named Ember. Unlike the other dragons, who soared through the clouds with confidence, Ember was afraid to fly.” I glance at Kiera, who leans in slightly, her eyes reflecting interest.

Before I could finish, his voice sliced across mine like a blade. “It's called a dragon,” he cut me off. A dragon. I had never heard that word before. But it tasted strange on my tongue. He didn’t look pleased to disclose it. “A beast you should be very scared of, Aqua. A beast you had no clue of till I saved you from Terran. Where do you think my name comes from? The Golden-Eyed Devil?” he continued. “There are only four people in this world who saw me and didn't die.”

“You need a white dragon, Ella.” “Your daughter has imprinted on you. A few white curls at the back of your hair. The imprint is clearly from a white dragon. That should be sufficient for you to hatch and raise the dragon.” We wander back to the bedroom and put blankets around the dragon egg and curl up to it. “Does this mean when the dragon hatches, it will imprint on us as well, Gabríel?” “Yes, a black dragon is more powerful. Hopefully, being around Hanna will help with the pain you feel from being separated from Ayesha.” “Who is Hanna?” “Hanna is the name of the dragon.” “How long does it take a dragon egg to crack?” “Not long, as long as it has the right temperature and it’s loved.”

I retract my claw and slowly back away from him "Now answer my questions. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want from me?" I forcefully ask again, trying so hard to keep my anger in check. He collects the handkerchief his friend extends toward him. Taking his time, he carefully wipes the trail of blood away from his neck before pressing the handkerchief to the back of his head to stop the bleeding. "My name is Draco..." He says after he's done cleaning himself up. 'Draco!?... What the fuck kind of name is Draco? Draco means dragon or serpent. Who named their child that?...' I wonder to myself as he continues talking

’ I ask him. ‘Do you have any family names that you want to give to our children?’ He asks me instead. ‘Not really. That’s not how elves work. Why? Is that how it is with dragons? Do you have a family name to pass down?’ I ask. ‘Not a family name, per se, but because I am descended from the earth dragons, I would like my children to have names that mean 'earth', or 'of the earth'.’

He lowered his head so I could pet him. "It's my turn," the head with the green and blue scales pushed Cyclonus out of the way. "And I am Drizzle The Raindancer and, as my name suggests, I am a water dragon." He leaned in and barely used his snout to touch my cheek. "You kissed her?" One of them shouted. The three went into a quarrel about equality when I noticed the smallest head peeking out of the shadows. "Hello there," I called to him. "Don't you wish to introduce yourself too?" His red and orange scales seemed to burn hot from the distance. I didn't need to ask what kind of dragon he was.

But, in my human form, that’s what I did. Dragons also usually only wait about a month after the egg hatches before their time as a doting parent is complete. Dragon babies are independent at a very early age. Having a child that is completely dependent on me is quite a transition. Thankfully, Jena has a much better understanding of how to care for a young child than I do, and she helps me to bond and connect to my child differently than I would have if she had hatched from an egg. I name her Kenna, meaning fire-born. I wasn’t sure, with her being a hybrid, if she’d get the wolf gene from her father, or the dragon gene from me. But, since her father wasn’t in the picture, I chose to go with

Asher introduced me as his mate and future Queen, which made my often silent Ruby puff out her chest with pleasure. Each she-Dragon introduced themselves as Gærriðla, the designer; Óðinn, in charge of procuring materials and would be the main seamstress; and Sigríðr, who would be measuring and creating patterns. For ease, they said I could call them Gabriella, Diane and Samantha, explaining that each Dragon had two names. One would be a more typical human name from the area they lived in, and the other was their Dragonese name, which was the same as their Dragon. I made a mental note to use their Dragonese names since it seemed disrespectful otherwise.

"Don't listen to the reptile, sister! We should ask our parents about him, see if they know why it's talking." Jessie looks up at her sister. "He isn't bad." She turns back to me. "What is your name?" 'Lucy.' Jessie laughs. "That's such a cool name!" Alina glances between us. "What is his name?" Jessie raises her eyebrows at her sister with a diplomatic smile. "I'm not sure if you deserve to know his name after disrespecting him and calling him a reptile." "Fine!" Alina sighs. "He is a dragon."