Witch Dragons Novels & Stories

Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios. The Weredragons, too, drew him into their fiery domain. Born of the same sun deity, their essence was forged in the crucible of intense ether, granting them the awe-inspiring ability to spew forth torrents of fire. Leading this formidable clan is the figure known as the Dragon king who presides over their fiery realm.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

He kept it for a long time, but now, that must have been the reason he joined the revolution. The roars and screeches of dragons grew louder as the three reached the temple. The battle had destroyed almost all pillars and the granite slabs around. A strong blast of dusty wind blew everywhere as Ovylion, in his full form, rampaged against the other dragons from Seagrad, including Igryth. Ovylion’s body appeared as longer than any normal dragon. Possessing four wings with bodies of gigantic snakes had made the Lawdras unique in their Primal Form.

he says in an obnoxiously high-pitched voice. I snort a little, rolling my eyes. "So, dragons have been around for thousands of years, longer than any other creature. They got along with most, but their power made some very jealous―the witches especially. They were angry and afraid of the dragons and so an entire family of blood witches―basically committed suicide―and performed a massive spell that forced dragons to share and manifest their true form within the bodies of mortals. And so dragon shifters were created.

“But I don’t know much about dragons. And I’m here to learn more about it. Do you possibly know anything about them? Or the White Dragon?” The look Claude was giving him is a mix of curiosity and wonderment. Jai didn’t know why the hunter made that kind of face, but he surely remember Darrion didn’t make that kind of face when he mentioned about dragons. After a while thinking, Claude finally said something. “Jai… There is no White Dragon.” Jai frowned. “There’s no White Dragon?” Claude shook his head. “Among the worshipped dragons, there are only called the name related to their elements and the place they are known from. Currently, there are four main dragons that are still worshipped.”

The owner looked at me with confusion and remarks, "Great, another one who's gone crazy. Must be the 'Stuart's' genes." "What do you mean by that?" I glared at him "Oh right. This one's defective. The Stuarts are known for their folklore about dragons and all that. Your father even took it up to a notch waging a war with his imaginary dragons just because he won't let his daughter be the bride." "Watch what you say about my dad." "Geez, even the temper is there." He mocks I ignored him as I carried the books all the way back home. I read as much as I could about dragons. It's been said in these books that dragons are known for their bat-like enormous wings and serpentile creatures. They are

Infinite yet indefinable, it sought to bring some order to the chaos of its being. For reasons no mortal can comprehend, utilizing the substance and energy of the cosmos itself, life was brought into the universe in the form of Dragons. Formed from the essence of the stars, and the primordial matter and energy that is at the heart of all life. Giant beings, there were only two in this beginning of time. As the essence of existence has two components, opposite yet complementary to one another, so were the Dragons made male and female, in order to maintain the balance that holds the fabric of reality together. Equal and opposite, yet incomplete without the other.

Dragon sat with Jenny and her triplets around a small fire, its flames dancing gently and casting shifting shadows across their faces. Jerry sat beside Jackson, with Jakiri next to them. Towering over them, Dragon, with his fiery red eyes and commanding presence, exuded an aura that kept everyone on edge. Finally, there was Jenny. Jerry looked up at Dragon with a curious smile and asked, “You’ve told us a lot about werewolf customs, but there’s one question that has always fascinated me. What’s the story of the mate? And how does a werewolf find their destined partner?”

Her lips curve into a smile, eyes bright. It is Alfred, next, whose shoulders sag with relief so intense one might taste it. They are roars, he realizes, as the sounds draw closer. “What is that noise,” Duchess Clair asks sharply in the frozen room. Darla stands, as does Alfred. “It is your daughter, Duchess,” she laughs. “Lady Alcina, the dragonlord. Stormbringer.” * * * * * * * * * * The dragons land with twin roars, making the ground beneath them shake with the weight of their descent.