Realistic Lightning Dragon Novels & Stories

I just hadn’t expected him to smell so good, given that he’d been sweaty before dinner and now it was dried to his skin. He stopped, shifting me closer to his chest. I wrapped an arm around his shoulder as he bent down, opening the door to his room. It was dark, but he didn’t bother with the lights, stepping inside. He let the door swing shut behind us with a soft snick. He shifted me in his arms again and started walking. I didn’t know where he was taking me, but I didn’t really care. I just wished that he had turned on the lights. Did dragons have better eyesight in the dark? Was that why he had left it off? Though they may look like humans, I knew that my mates were anything but. I could

At that moment, within the dark clouds above, lightning began to gather. Soon, even the naked eye could see it taking the shape of a massive human palm. Felix unleashed his Dragon Punches, throwing everything he had to take down the enormous lightning palm that was crashing down on him. At that moment, Auroris emerged from the sand. Despite its disheveled fur and obvious injuries, it showed no fear of death. Standing beside Felix, it was ready to face the Ancient Sage's terrifying attack.

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

She was touching Megan’s face and then hugging her again as they both cried. “What happens now?” Rylee asked. “We’ve completed the bond and it’s been accepted.” “And something else,” Elder Michael said with a smile. “What?” Lucas asked impatiently. “Megan has a dragon,” I said and Rylee gasped as Lucas turned towards me. “A dragon? That’s never happened before,” he said. “Quite right Sire Lucas, Kaida is the first of her kind that we know of, she’s a strong dragoness, graceful and beautiful,” Elder Cliff said.

“This could work in our favor, Love; you will make many more visible sightings during the day when humans can see you and cause a little lightening here and there and maybe some thunder rumbling. Lets get the humans talking about something else and rattle Alluviums cage a little” “That sounds like a good plan” “Also the next archdragon meeting, you will attend in your dragon form and I will announce you at the new element archdragon the first for thunder and lightning.”

BLAST! Lightning flashed fiercely, striking the pack of Grim Reapers that circled the Mana Tree with flashing lights. However, there was no significant damage to the demon entourage. The lightning energy was absorbed into the Grim Reaper's body. The demon troupe was completely unharmed by the Sky Dragon Spirit's lightning strike, Zergenth. On the other hand, the bodies of the Grim Reapers group were getting bigger as they absorbed magic energy.

And as the dust settled, finally, Ilyria saw him. The Lightning Bird, the creature of legends, the one no Idixatian would mention without a small shiver or an anxious glance skywards. They said the Lightning Bird was neither man nor beast—a demon creature. They said those who looked on it were blinded. They said those who looked away would be marked for ruin. Yet what stood before her was only a man, his face not yet carrying the hardened edges that seemed to mark the cruelty of manhood. With his wings lowered, and his hands at his side, he looked gentle, even though the evidence of his power lay scattered still, across the street.