Wisp Dragon Dragon City Novels & Stories

The air within the Pleasure of Dragons thrummed with magic. The clink of jeweled goblets, and the scent of exotic perfumes mingled with sweat. Qerev’nrys surveyed her domain, a slow, predatory smile stretching her lips. This was her masterpiece, a temple dedicated to sensation, where the ancient, insatiable appetites of Adistaktos's dragons found their deepest satisfaction and she found her money.

She knew one fall from there would put her back in the bed she so desperately got away from. Her eyes scanned the field again as a smile was plastered to her face. She was so intrigued and mesmerized by the area she couldn’t believe something so beautiful was here. The space was large enough to accommodate two dragons to open there wings and fly. They wouldn’t be able to go far but at least they could open there wings. She was happy, the beauty of dragons should not be kept hidden if it can be helped. She will purpose to Asrar that one of these be built in every city and run by a trusted person.

"I want to fly, dragon." "As you wish."

Smoke poured from the cave entrance as my wings caught the wind of the cold mountain above. Being in no mood to deal with Adam, my dragon let out a mighty roar, shaking the trees below me. I had my Odessa, my Fawn, and I didn’t want to leave her. There was more to her to me, even my dragon. For once, I wished I could speak with him, just as the werewolves speak to the animals. Snuffing at the idea, we raced to the worthless tribe that I used to call home.

She lifts her hand and Aine pushes her huge head into it. "Where are they, baby girl?" Astrid asks and Aine flips her huge wings. "You know?" Astrid feels insane, but... looking in her dragon's eyes she realizes that her dragon wants to fly somewhere. She hesitates for a moment, but... what is her dragon really knows where Loras and Dracos are? Astrid shakes her head. She can deal with Tamara's rage at her recklessness tomorrow. Aine understands it's go-time and roars in the air excitedly.

Its head was tucked tightly against its body, one emerald eye watching her approach. "I'm Saffron. I'm here to help you. Can you show me where you're hurt?" she asked softly. The eye regarded her suspiciously and didn't move. "Please," she pleaded. She stabbed her torch into the ground and appealed to the beast. She wasn't sure if it could even understand her, but she knew that dragons were intelligent creatures.

He brought him somewhere unknown and he growled and ran towards the Cave, in his head he was chanting for their mate. Adrian entered the cave in hurry and finally saw Elysian, laying on top of a werewolf, getting raped brutally by five men on the floor. A loud growl snapped the five men, they quickly pulled away from the unconscious figure of Elysian and looked at Adrain in fear, the wolves freaked out to see a huge dragon glaring at them, how the fuck there was a dragon here?! While the three wolves knew they will die that day. No one should mess with Adrian, as they have witnessed the death itself, for they have met the legend they have only heard the stories about. The dragon.

I raise my shoulders at her. "You met him already? Who is it? Wait, I don't understand. That asshole cheated on you?" Jodie went from happy to murder in five seconds. "Jeez, relax. I guess, I did meet him. I have no idea who it is. My mother says that my dragon will tell me. She just hasn't spoken to me yet." I place my hands on her shoulders and pushed her out the door. "It kind of makes sense why your dragon hasn't spoken to you. We get our dragons young, so they learn and grow with us. At this stage, your dragon is still a baby. I think she still has to learn to talk I guess." I look at her in utter disbelief.

The animals run and fly around the room before dissolving. Taran smiles, “Can you make a dragon?” I smile, “I will try.” I think about Taran in his dragon form. Finally, I push out the ball of pink smoke from my hand as a dragon forms. It flies around the room and exhales pink smoke. I hold out my hand, letting it land on me. Taran sticks out his finger to touch it, only for the dragon to snap at him. “I’m sorry,” I quickly say while dissolving the dragon by waving my other hand.

As the witch drew in breath, the flits floated away from Rori, and as they passed further from her, Rori could hear the sound of fading screams. Rori shoved her hands above her head and lifted her toes to a ballet point before she spun around four times as quickly as she could. The action halted whatever spell Mina seemed to have on the flits and as the witch sucked further, the flits released Murdok’s flame and the wall of dragon fire sailed through the air, blasting Mina in the face. The sudden rush of powerful flames caused Mina to scream in pain and as she tried to cover her burning face, she felt the flames dig into her arm like a rabid dog.//