Witch Dragons Novels & Stories

What the fuck? My beautiful wing, or what was a beautiful wing, is green. I hit the ground hard because I'm more concerned with my wing than what's below me. I stumble and right myself, and as I do, I catch sight of my other wing. My legs too. I'm green. I'm cursed. Or I'm dying. That's it. Some horrible disease carried by eagle poop has invaded this realm and now I'm dying. My dragon's curse is death.

Dax glanced at Malfoy coldly and continued, “Listen closely. I am Dax Wimbleton, the Southern Warzone Master.” With that, his followers and aides introduced themselves one after another. “Drogo Azure, also known as the Eastern Azure Dragon of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Tiger White, also known as the Western White Tiger of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Axia Vermillion, also known as the Southern Vermillion Phoenix of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.”

It was necessary to figure out which ones needed to go where. Kalamar told me that there were fourteen dragons, six powerful witches, and three vampire/dragon hybrids that would be fighting along with us. That was great news because dragons were really damn lethal. Mystics would increase that lethality a lot. Plus, they were trained harshly because their lives were filled with danger. One vow that I made to the universe was that these people would find the peace that they deserved. I would do everything within my power to make that happen.

Kurai said. “In our world, past the modern world with no true magic, the dragons have been around since the dawn of creation. The oldest dragons were said to be descended from the gods who breathed life into the earth, making it hospitable for humans to live in. To better protect the earth, the legendary pair of dragons; Fuxi and Nuwa had four sons. Each of them became Kings of the world in the four cardinal directions. The Black Dragon became the King of the North, The Red Dragon became the King of the South, the White Dragon became the King of the West, and the Blue Dragon became the King of the East. But they became corrupt as the years went by so the deities had them killed but the domin

Wind buffeted them, and Rurik stared across the Moscow skyline, searching for the building Charlotte was being held in. The hunters stumbled back as the massive flat roof suddenly got crowded. Three great dragons landed just yards away from them. They ranged in color from blue, to white, to green, their clawed feet scraping against the concrete. "Holy shit," Meg gasped. Rurik laughed. "The blue dragon is Grigori, the green dragon is Mikhail, and the white dragon is Piper, Mikhail's wife. Tie your gear to their legs. Anything you can't hold on to during flight." He glanced at Meg, who stared in awe at the snow-white dragon that was Piper. She reached up to touch her, and Piper bumped her hand

(Throltys) Throltys is a proud Dragonnewt, with 250 cm tall, muscular, and scale bound. He is bound to invoke attention from others, he is like a lizardman, but he is not, he is a Dragonnewt a race who is a direct descendant of a dragon. And they are not only smart but also abnormally strong, both magic and physique. Most importantly, the Earth Dragonnewt is undoubtedly loyal to me as their entire race was given to me by the Carefree dragon that lives behind my house back in New City. So in terms of performance and loyalty, Throltys is someone that I don’t even have to worry about at all.

It’s been weeks since I last shifted, my wolf spirit clawing at the confines of my consciousness, desperate for freedom. One evening, after I’ve eaten the meal brought to me by those silent women, I watch from my window as the three dragons soar off into the fading light. Crimson, Green, and Black; Soren, Ivar, and Gavriel. Their majestic forms cut through the sky with ease, a sight that would have been awe-inspiring if it weren’t for my circumstances.

Drake and the warriors turned in that direction and they know at least a couple of would die falling under that wall of fire today. And their efforts to save the lives from that fire would become wasted. So Drake did the only thing he did before the wall could crush the people. He unfolded his wings and held the entire length of the wall and balanced it with the help of his wings and his back. When the people saw that the wall is no longer falling, they stopped running and turned to see what stopped it. When they saw Drake with his Dragon wings holding that wall of fire, they all gasped with surprise. Even warriors now confirmed that their king is indeed a dragon.

"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

Queen Vashti hugged the princess and assured her that the prince would return to her safely. Within two hours, they could hear sounds of the battle, even through the heavy concrete walls. Alicia watched through a break in the wall and her heart ached as she watched Prince Corithias taking on the Red Dragon, the Rogue King Cyrus himself. They fought in midair biting, slashing, and thrashing about. Alicia became angry and burst into flames as she saw her dragon being thrown down upon the ground, bleeding. She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall.