Wisp Dragon Dragon City Novels & Stories

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

‘I am your dragon Lily,’ I heard the voice whisper again, “Lily I have been able to break through the warlock's for-trace with our talisman from our grandmother.. she was a witch and our grandpa was a dragon.. we are part witch and that’s why we were able to break through that pesky warlock's hold on me.. if it wasn’t for him, I’d have been with you since you turned ten years old! I’ve been trapped in the darkest place of your mind, all alone, for what feels like forever and you don’t know how happy I am to finally be with you Lily,’ My ‘dragon’ started to explain to me, making so much sense now. “You are telling me.. I’m a dragon?” I asked uncertainly, my nerves on edge from being down here

Orion lands with a murderous snarl, crouching above her head on all fours, wings spread to their full, menacing breadth, splayed out like a bloodthirsty threat. Darla lands on all fours just mere inches in front of the dragon and leaps agilely backwards, just in time to avoid the jet of shimmering blue-green fire streaming from Orion’s maw. Darla lands deftly on the ground on two human feet, transformed back once more. A mischievous little grin graces her features, beautiful and undaunted even in the face of a massive dragon. “So,” she says, cocking her head. “Orion will be your partner for the day, then.”

He could tell that already that she and her dragon’s personalities were becoming one, she radiated a confidence that he found incredibly alluring. As Achilles finally reached the clearing, he saw Seraphina’s dragon sat waiting for him, a cunning look on her face. He shifted back into his Vampire form and strolled naked over towards Seraphina, he saw her dragon’s eyes moved to his crotch and heard her loud gulp. Achilles laughed out loud, the melodic sound ringing off of the walls of the garden. He stretched out a hand and stroked her softly, marvelling at the feel of her silky-smooth dragon skin. He was surprised to learn that she felt warm, incredibly warm, almost as if the sun was inside h

Fewa took Queenie and flew slowly. The battle in the North Sea Kingdom tired them. Queenie’s wedding day was getting closer. They couldn’t longer wait. They must quickly return to Bright River and foil Queenie’s wedding. The girl sat majestically on Fewa’s back in dragon form. She looked Like a fairy in a scary Dragon escort. Queenie the graceful and Fewa the Dragon. In dragon size, Fewa was small because he was still young. But he can destroy a big house just by a wag of his tail. Fewa movement in the water also created ripples that made deep-sea animals restless.

"...a mighty dragon, scales shining like stars, ruled the land with wisdom and kindness." Cathryn leaned in, a smile on her lips. Lucine, Rosalind, Tristan, and Athena listened, entranced, as the throne room transformed into a realm of wonder. Ember's laughter echoed, her tiny hands waving. "More, Grandfather! More!" Orion's eyes twinkled, his voice weaving a spell of enchantment. "Ah, but the best tales are yet to come, little one..." Orion's voice grew more animated, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "In the heart of the dragon's kingdom, a magnificent city shimmered with crystal spires and gemstone streets. The dragon, named Elyrian, possessed a secret: its scales held the memories of t

A dragon that was spotted was flawed. Thus, Wilbur had to keep the dragon invisible, only letting it take shape right before he attacked. One question remained. How was he going to do that? Time ticked as Wilbur fell deep into thought, and twenty years passed by in a flash as Wilbur finally mastered the Dragon Spell. The Dragon Spell was a special move Wilbur learned on his own. He would channel white clouds from his dragon aura, and then a dragon. That way, the dragon could hide amidst the white clouds and come charging out when it attacked.

the dragon answered. Jared's eyes widened. “You mean the boy?” he said. “But he’s inhumane!” “Hmmm. Remember white is not always light and black is not always dark.” the dragon quoted the old wisdom. Jared took a step, then fainted. “Hmmmm…” the dragon wondered. He spread his wings and flew to where Sniffia and the boy were. “Peirce Wande,” the dragon roared as he stepped onto the water. The glowing boy looked at him and swallowed. “Yeeeesss?” he whispered.

Draco monstrous Dragon successfully made few solider peed their trousers and runaway however there were still few who were seeking their death, because they hurriedly marched on him with their swords and spear. Draco was weak because of witchbone but still he breath out a horrendous fire wave that burned several solider alive, but still King army was surprisingly large, Jasmine kept her eyes at gate from where solider after solider kept coming in and started fighting with Draco. Draco was powerful dragon man but his dragon was now weak, also King solider army were too much in number to fight, seeing which “Heey… King Erlenduris, open me” Jasmine whistle and order her summoned soul and very n

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i