Draconic Name Novels & Stories

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.

I’m not even sure that she was ever anything more than a fantasy story told to hatchlings to help them make sense of the confusing world we live in. “Did your parents name you for The Mother of Us All?” I ask casually, keeping my tone light. “I’ve never met another Oaestr.” “Nor have I,” the drakaina smiles, tilting her head. “It’s a unique name. But all of us have individual names. We don’t repeat names here,” she explains. “We are hatched in batches.” Batches? It reminds me a bit of what Ona explained to me about the underground facilities. Hatchlings born in those places weren’t given names, but designations. CX125 might mean “facility C, row X, egg #125.”

I say to him while fixing my dress and makeup. I go downstairs all freshened up and see Dracono waiting for me. Dark follows me and introduces Dracono to me. Dracono kisses my hand while measuring my body with his eyes. I tell him it is my pleasure to finally meet the new king of the minotaurs. Dracono is a powerful incubus, with huge black wings, and an extremely powerful body, you can see his enormous muscles through his tight shirt. "I like what I see for sure.", I think.

From her statement, it seems she thought Drogo was a male dragon. "What?" She said looking confused. "Drogo is a female '' I said with a glare, Freya was taken aback. I wasn't surprised, she knew nothing about dragons, so she had no idea. "Drogo is a female dragon? " She shouted in horror, looking at me with disappointment. " Why on earth would you give a female dragon a masculine name? The name Drogo sounds manly" she said looking at me with disdain. Her words and actions rendered me speechless. " I heard that when a dragon is born you alone can give it its name. What were you thinking when you thought of Drogo?" She questioned. "Goodness! There better names " she said again.

The reason she was named Angel was due to the fact that her Dragon was an Angel Aura quartz color. We hadn’t changed her name when she shifted for the first time. Unlike other Dragons, she had also been born with a Dragon Stone, which was the Angel Aura quartz. The Stone was beautiful, with a white base and a mixture of iridescent colors. She was the most beautiful Dragon that I have ever seen. Depending on how the light hit her, her coloring would shimmer with a colorful aura. The Stone had been named correctly because whenever I saw it, she looked like an Angel.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

He said he hated the idea of sleeping apart, and since he was King, he would like to see who would tell him not to. By evening, the babies’ christening started, and floating lanterns were lit up in the sky; it was Mariah’s first time to witness it, and it mesmerized her. There was enough food and drink, and everyone ate and drank till they couldn’t anymore. The Dragon Prince was named Aithan, son of Alaric, meaning strong warrior, and the Dragon Princess was Adara, daughter of Alaric, meaning beauty and praise. Mariah loved the two names and watched as her family debated who to hold the little ones. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and she found herself praying to Goddess Selene that this

Draco had said it first quietly, in the early morning, holding her for the first time with the specific careful quality of someone who had never held something this small and was treating the holding as the most important thing he had ever done and he had looked at me and said: "Maren." I had looked at him. "If you want," he said. "Your mother's name." I had held his gaze for a long moment. Then I had said yes. Maren Fletcher-whatever-Draco's-surname-was which was a conversation we were still having and which Mila had opinions about. Maren. She had my eyes and Draco's jaw and a quality of attention even at three days old, even at one week that made Elara look at her and say:

“My apologies on Drake’s behalf. We meant no offense. He’s just on edge since our mates have gone to help their sister prepare for the upcoming birth of her offspring.” Lucian’s hand moved down my back, resting between my shoulder blades. A longing filled me that wasn’t my own. “I can understand the worry. Is she a shifter as well?” he asked. “Succubus and dragon, though her dragon has yet to wake.” “My congratulations on the new additions. I hope her dragon wakes soon after her offspring's birth.” Lucian said and I felt some of the tension leave him. The longing was still there. He wanted that, longed for it with every part of his being.